I have received the all clear from the doctors. Thank god. After a very tense and nail-biting 10 minutes of persuasion and deliberation my GP said he would give medical permission for me to travel. The relief was absolutely intense. So, fingers crossed I stay healthy and don't have to try and get home. And, fingers crossed I don't come home in a coffin! Right now I am sat with a very full case on my bed, I think I'm nearly there although things will probably have to be completely rearranged as it looks like it weigh about 50kg, Although I hate packing, I also find it very therapeutic. To trawl through all your old items of clothing, and to be in and out of every nook and cranny of your room makes you very nostalgic - and even homesick before you've gone anywhere. I'm going to miss this place. I'm going to miss the chaos that it is and the sound of different people bimbling around. It feels horrible to have said goodbye to my home in leeds, to settle into my home in Nottingham and then be completely uprooted. But - it's also exciting. I am excited to delve into the unknown, I just hope it treats me well.
My fear of flying is not exactly encouraging. Coupled with the prospect of saying goodbye, the excitement can be lost. I am very anxious about saying goodbye to my parents, my boyfriend and my friends. I don't really know how I'm going to do the former two. Being so ill last week has bought me so close to my Mum again, as close as before I moved out. And without the support of my incredible boyfriend I honestly do not think I would of been able to do this. He has encouraged me, supported me and let me be crazy whenever I like without ever complaining. Even though he is also having to say goodbye to me. To be fair he is proabably looking forward to having a bit of peace, ha.
So, this will probably be my last post until I get there. This is probably the most emotional one I will share, as I don't really feel comfortable trying to articulate so many emotions into words. Doesn't really do it justice. Probably doesn't help that I'm listening to The XX and lookign through photos.....
Anyway! Wish me luck. I'll catch you on the flipside. This is all reliant on the assertion that I will actually have the balls to get on the plane.... hold tight.
My fear of flying is not exactly encouraging. Coupled with the prospect of saying goodbye, the excitement can be lost. I am very anxious about saying goodbye to my parents, my boyfriend and my friends. I don't really know how I'm going to do the former two. Being so ill last week has bought me so close to my Mum again, as close as before I moved out. And without the support of my incredible boyfriend I honestly do not think I would of been able to do this. He has encouraged me, supported me and let me be crazy whenever I like without ever complaining. Even though he is also having to say goodbye to me. To be fair he is proabably looking forward to having a bit of peace, ha.
So, this will probably be my last post until I get there. This is probably the most emotional one I will share, as I don't really feel comfortable trying to articulate so many emotions into words. Doesn't really do it justice. Probably doesn't help that I'm listening to The XX and lookign through photos.....
Anyway! Wish me luck. I'll catch you on the flipside. This is all reliant on the assertion that I will actually have the balls to get on the plane.... hold tight.
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