Bags packed, bags unpacked, clothes vacuum packed, clothes rolled, clothes folded, bags repacked, necessities checked, changed etc, etc.
The week before my departure consisted of mainly this. I would hazard a guess at how many times I packed my bags, but I lost count at about 14! Fitting everything in wasn't the problem. The problem was that I couldn't lift my bags up. I started off with one big suitcase, but soon enough this became 1 suitcase and 1 HUGE backpack. and I still couldn't life them.
In between packing, I managed to meet a few people to say my goodbyes, but all in all I was so stressed. When I was out of the house I felt like I should be at home, sorting out things, and spending time with Lewis and the bunnies, but when I was in the house all I could think about was going here or there to sort out all the last minute bits!
I got myself so worked up at one point that I actually threw up! I just didn't want to leave home. Then sometimes I felt completely in denial, and like I wasn't actually moving to France for the next year of my life.
I found leaving home very difficult. Lots of people skim over this bit in their Year Abroad blogs, but for me this is really the first, and maybe the biggest hurdle. Hopefully things get easier from here?!
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