The final countdown

It's coming around so fast....Matt is recovering well and tonight is my last night out in Bristol, one final Bristol rinse to send me on my way. I'm so nervous and excited I could wee.

I had my last shift at work today, and I even managed to forget to collect my wages, and last night Matt and I had a final meal with Moli and Luke. I'm going to miss them so much, it's finally dawning on me that it won't be the four of us until August. God.

In a few minutes Moli will be here and we're going to go out for a night with the girlies whilst the boys get some bromance at home. Then we'll come back for an Ashgrove knees up later. Tomorrow we're holding a leaving BBQ so I can say goodbye to everyone properly, and then on Wednesday I’ll be packing my bags.

I've been fretting about the political situation in Nepal a bit, as well as the 'high terrorist threat' to New Delhi. Some people that have just come back have quelled my fears a bit though, saying 'India wouldn't be India without a high terror threat. It's part of the package'. In terms of Nepal, I've been told as long as we get out of the capital before the 28th May, we should be far away when stuff kicks off. The British Embassy website says pretty much the same.

And as far as I know, everything is now booked and organised. I just need to buy some sort of hat that doesn’t make me look like an american and pack my bags. I’ll go through my check lists, checking and double checking everything, photocopy all my documents, and I’m away! I’m so worried I will have forgotten something vital though.

Right, well I had better be off. Time to get my glad rags on for a final Bristol rinse.

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

Less than 24 hours to go, and I can’t believe I’m sat here wasting my final few hours with Matt. I’m so terrified I can’t begin to put it into words. I don’t even want to go any more. I had my leaving weekend and it was great, but I felt so detached from everything I really didn’t enjoy myself that much. On Saturday me and Moli went to the girls’ house and tried to organise a bit of an Ashgrove rinse out back at mine but loads of people ended up going to the Black Swan for reggae…On Sunday we had a big BBQ in our garden which was great…Moli baked me a cake, Techsteppa brought me a book, Emmie gave me a harmonica necklace. We made a big den in the garden and played ping pong in the kitchen. Today Rebecca gave me a wee book with a poem written in it that nearly made me cry and we had a picnic in Castle Park. I bumped into loads of people in town and said goodbye, and was sad to say goodbye to Bristol, it was such a lovely day. The next time I’m back here summer will be over. At the moment I feel genuinely petrified and my stomach is twisted into a permanent knot. I don’t want to leave Matt and for some reason I genuinely feel as though this flight is going to be hijacked. Really, it feels as though this is the end of the world or something. I can’t believe I’m really doing it.

Well, I guess I had better go and buy some food for me and Matt’s last supper. And then tomorrow, I suppose I will try and write when I am at the airport….

Gah!