Panic, party and packing!

I’m sitting here thinking that I can’t quite believe how quick my trip has crept up on me! When I first planned my little adventure it seemed like ages away, but all of a sudden I’ve only got a few days to go.

The list has dramatically decreased in size since my last entry, although I have to admit it was only yesterday that the final ticks marked the paper.

A fabulous leaving party was had on Saturday and I’m still thanking whoever is watching over me for making the weather perfect and not the typical rain storms of British summertime! With the drinks fountain flowing with a summery cocktail mix, champagne corks popping and lots of laughs, singing and dancing, I had that moment of realising how lucky I was for the support everyone has shown me.

So now the most important, but possibly the most traumatic part of my preparations is to come; the packing. I’ve packed once and realised that I had only stuffed my clothes into the backpack, so unless I plan on taking no toiletries, sleeping bag or electrical goods I will have to start again and cut the load in half… help!

The plan for tomorrow is simply lay everything out on the living-room floor and decided what I REALLY need to take. ‘Really’ means I don’t need shoes for every possible occasion and there really is no need for those super smart, but super heavy jeans.

You may see that I’m not the strongest of people so lifting my backpack will be a challenge in itself. I’m just hoping it won’t make me feel like I’ve done five classes of body pump in a row!

I’ll let you know how it goes…