12hrs to go!

So, just a short post to say that it's just dawned on me that this whole thing is getting pretty real now. Last night was my last in Cornwall, before driving up to London with Mum and Dad today for a stopover in a hotel before "the off". 

I fly at 10 tomorrow morning, so it's a 6am alarm to get everything together and hit the airport in plenty of time. I'm currently feeling an equal mix of apprehension, nerves and excitement at the thought of embarking on my first lone flight, let alone the fact that it's 18 hours long and the last time I'll see England for ten months. However, these mixed emotions have been slightly alleviated by my cousin Sean, who informs me that a flight with Emirates is pretty cushty; they even give you a blanket, slippers and a toothbrush, what more could you want?! I love flying as it is and can't wait to do the whole thing on my own.

Dropping Murphy off at the kennels this morning was bad enough (although he was more interested in finding some bums to sniff than bidding me a safe journey), so I dread to think what tomorrow will be like leaving my parents behind at security! The next time I write, I will hopefully be on the other side of the world after a safe and stress-free flight.

Bon voyage, England!