Here's to the good life.

Don't know what to say, the nerves have well and truly kicked in. 5 weeks today and I'll be on a plane heading to the other side of the atlantic. It's that time where I'm maybe seeing some people for the last time before I go. It's that thing where normaly it's ok if I don't see them but when you know in a few weeks you can't...y'know?

It's officially crazy time, patiently waiting for 'panic time' to creep up.

This pretty much sums up what I'm feeling right now so I don't need to go into it

{y'get me?}

SO, other than my worrying ramblings, my beautiful new rucksack came in the post the other day, narrowly dodging a horrific disaster as my dad ran to chase down a van when he realised he'd signed for the wrong package {in unison...PHEEEW!!!}.

 I'd just like to add that my dad's a pre-tty laid back kinda guy and seldom runs, if ever, so lets all silently thank him.

It's an 80L which should be more than enough but I'm staring at it right now not so sure how many shoes I'ma be able to squeeze in.

I've found myself listening to One Republic's 'Good Life' waaay too much which makes me so so SO excited for the next year.

Lx