I'm now less than three weeks away from leaving for McGill. At the moment if anybody asks me about how I'm feeling, I tend to make a flustered noise and flap my arms around a bit. Anyone who knows me will have no problem at all picturing that for themselves.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited, however the reality of the situation is starting to set in. I've started to say my final goodbyes and most of the rest are pencilled in. (I keep saying 'final goodbyes' to myself...in the end I'm back at Christmas, it just feels like a big change!) Interning all summer has meant that the last few months have soared by so my departure has really crept up on me. Everything - at least on paper - is ultimately under control: I have a flat, my study permit and health insurance is on the cards. I try to remember this, but it all still seems like a big step into the unknown (because it is KD, duh.)
The reason I am heading off so soon really is a nice one, and I have to keep reminding myself that I have nearly three weeks travelling first Iceland then Canada with my family before I have to actually face the music. That's going to be exciting. It is my birthday the day before we go, and Mum turns 50 midway through the holiday. Both of these things will mean I leave the country on a high and there will be plenty to look forward to and plan for before I have to say farewell to the family.
I've mainly been dealing with any nervousness by planning incessantly. I've got room décor ideas a plenty and SO many lists. Packing will be put off until the last minute, but that's always the way with me!
While this is really quite babbled, this is just an attempt to document for myself how I felt before the off. I wonder how I'll feel looking back on this back in Edinburgh next year. I guess I will have to wait and see...
