So I’m sat in Gatwick Mc Donalds questioning how my life got to this point. Asking myself why I thought I could do this and wondering if it’s really too late to turn around and go back home.
I’ve got just over an hour until my flight is due to depart and I really don’t want to go through with this anymore!
10 minuets before I started writing this I was putting my liquids into clear bags while tears rolled down my cheeks and I had just kissed my mum, nan & sister goodbye. I was happy… and now I’m not. Well, I think I’m more frightened than anything, the fear of the unknown I guess.
I don’t know what to expect and anything that I do imagine it to be like probably won’t be anywhere near the reality of the situation. Everything I’m about to do is new to me. I’m about to spend 12 weeks living alone, in a foreign country, doing something I’ve never done before, where English isn’t the native language and did I mention that I CAN’T speak Spanish!
My brain’s starting to throw 1001 thoughts around which has made me really anxious. My flight is boarding so it’s time to put on my big girl panties, suck it up and get on with it!
Catch you after my flight, xo