*Disclaimer: this post is fueled by panic, sleep deprivation, a heavy heart and a large glass of red wine
Seriously. In about 48 hours I'll be in Leipzig. Woah. How do I feel? Ha ha. Ask me one on sport...
I've had one painful goodbye, one sad one, others left unsaid, and a couple more to come (my mum - waaaaaaaah!) I'm really, truly, honestly terrible at goodbyes. I get all awkward. I feel it should be profound, and caring and lovely. And all that comes out of me is: 'I'll miss you. Bye.'
'Bye', like I'll see you again in a few weeks or so. Sigh.
If I could give myself advice (and follow it) it would go like this:
1) Mostly everything is done. Relax.
2) The homelessness issue is practically sorted. Relax.
3) Millions of people fly every year, very few of them die in fiery infernos. Relax
4) You will see your loved ones again, it's not long until you are back (November). Relax.
5) You are not over your weight limit. Relax.
6) So what if your German is worse than a three year old's? You have lessons to look forward to! Relax.
7) Staying in a six dorm hostel room will not be like those horror films people like to use as an illustration of what to expect. I'm sure there will be lovely people not wielding the intent to murder me. Relax.
8) Public transport is convenient and not out to get you. Relax.
9) I know you will miss your teddy, but you can pick him up in November. Relax.
10) You got this, so please, for the love of all things holy, Re - to the - lax!
...Annnnnnnnd I'm just going to down the last of this wine...
I'm too highly strung for this shit. What am I doing to myself?
-Rae
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