Anticipation. Hesitation.

I'm so excited but at the same time, so scared.

I know it's stupid. I'm well prepared, I have the important things organised. I speak the language, I'll be with friends, then with family. I'll have so much fun and see so many wonderful things.

But three months is a long time. Three months, without someone. Without that someone who just makes life easier.

But it's not just that. 

Will I get  homesick? 

Will I get overwhelmed?

Will I want nothing more than to just come home?

Or worse, will it be the most amazing three months of my life and be over far too soon and I'll be back at work, back to life before I even know it...

wan·der·lust/ˈwɒndərˌlʌst/ Show Spelled[won-der-luhst]

–noun

a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.

 

 

 

 

In 11 days I leave for Paris, England, Scotland and Ireland for 3 months.

There's so much to do before I leave.