In exactly 6 days I am moving from my lovely home in NZ to Clacton-on-Sea, Essex. Despite my google-ing sessions about that area, I don’t have much of an idea of what to expect. Some comments about the area are good and some are bad. But other than that I am so excited but so scared and nervous at the same time.
I don’t really know if it’s a ‘scared’ feeling or a ‘oh shit, I’m actually leaving…it’s real’ feeling.
I went to a party last night (for the dance school I went to) and I left and thought ‘I wonder if I’ll ever meet these people again?’. I hope so.
I have thought of coming back in August 2016 for six weeks (as I’ll be on school holidays then) but then realised that I want to do a lot of travel in Europe.
It’s funny in a way how life moves on and you think of all the things you leave (or have left) behind.
This evening it suddenly hit me: I only have 6 more nights sleeping in this house. The house I grew up with. It’s kind of sad actually.
But the thought of adventure is so exciting and I can’t wait to be able to travel extensively (despite having a job…but weekends will be for travel!).
I hope everyone is having a lovely lead up to Christmas. We’ve finally had beautiful weather, perfect timing because I wanted to have a bit of summer before leaving for the cold.