Two months to departure day and it’s all getting a bit real. The possessions dwindle in number as Ebay whisks them away. Strangely I don’t miss them, it feels like an unburdening, with each being one less thing to store. The weeks are flying past, and the remaining weekends can be counted on two hands, without thumbs.
I feel ready, but still hopelessly unprepared. A friend who recently returned from travels commented “You are far better prepared than I was”. It’s just a shame I don’t feel like that!