As I sit back on the train during my daily commute, I continually stare out of the window at the green fields that unwaveringly rush past the window. I wonder what England will look like after spending 4 months in the dramatically different landscapes of South America. One month from today I will be flying across the world and I can't really begin to contemplate how amazingly different it's not only going to be from England, but from Europe and the culture that I've always been in. Only today has the realisation and beginnings of anxiety actually start to set in, as things such as finishing work (next week!!) vaccinations and attempting and failing (I an sooooooo annoyed) to cancel gym memberships become reality.

Friday evening and the rest of the weekend sees me meeting my fellow "adventurers" who I will be spending the next third of my year with (eek!) Bit nervous, bit excited but I'm pretty confident that they will all be lovely, interesting people. All i can think about is my forthcoming trip, even though i can't actually visualise 4 whole months of my life being away from everyone and everything that I know and love. I can't plan anything for this huge gap in my year, and I'm going to miss events such as my little sister's 18th birthday and the humongous party she's having in a really great restaurant. 4 weeks to go and that seems like a long time still.. ah well i have a lot of bikini shopping to pack in before then... hee hee.