I have left from home quite a few times by now, but this time it seems a lot scarier. I have moved to another country to study when I was 19. I have gone travelling solo before. Maybe I'm getting old?
It has been a lovely morning with my parents; a long cup of tea with a cryptic crossword. It couldn't be safer than this! I've found myself regretting that I'm leaving behind a couple of knitting projects that I didn't even have time to start, and that I'm missing the next episode of Inspector Lewis. Maybe I really am getting old!
In less than an hour I'm off. I packed already yesterday and I'm convinced that there is not enough stuff in my 15 kg rucksack, but I still would like to make it a lot lighter. I'm planning to chuck away a pair of shoes and some papers after the conferences, but I don't think it will make it that much lighter. There's always the option of building up more muscle to make carrying it easier.
Right, off I go!
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