death and taxes

The uncertainty of life perplexes me sometimes.
I know I have to just ride it out, but part of me needs reassurance, a guarantee.
I have an overwhelming supply of foolish hope...but sometimes it's just not enough.

I want my mum.

And a hug.

And a functioning set of nostrils.

e-day

well,
here I am.
My last night at home...

I've said my goodbyes to the people who matter most, although I've still not packed everything (I'll never be fully prepared for such dramatic life experiences, but then - where would the fun be if I was always prepared? Needless to say, I made a crap girl guide).

I feel strangely calm but slightly sad and also excited, all at once.

I get to leave a part of me behind tomorrow, something I have needed to do for a long while now.
I feel like I'm being given a second chance, and this time it's all down to me.

As of tomorrow, all of my dreams can come true.

holy cow!

10 DAYS

I have 10 days until I move away from home for the first time.
I'm scared and excited and nervous and, and, and...

Nothing is packed
I still don't have a loan
Or a UCAS application done

Its all so very real and happening to l'il old me!
I still don't know how all of this happened.
This time last month I was totally unaware of my life that lay ahead...
Just as well really.
If I can pull this off, I can do anything!