7 more hours and I'm on that plane. I truly haven't felt this excited for an age.
Or so it seems. I think things are amplified as you get older. The massive highs and lows of life in London have scooped me up and dropped me on my butt so many times.
The BIFAs went so incredibly brilliantly following such a tricky time with work and finances and all that adult shite that drives one insane in the membrane.
My favourite moment has to be when I cancelled all my direct debits. Utterly, deliciously satisfying.
I will savour that first bloody mary at the airport tomorrow. I'm up at 6ish so I really better crash.
It's funny, I'm on my couch as my mattress is in store. My last night in my flat. I wonder if I'll be back. I honestly don't know.
Wish me luck, I'm about to leap.
With glee.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee.
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