Oh wow, I can't believe there is only 2 days to go. I have just realised it's not sunk in at all yet - it can't have done. I can't even comprehend what it's going to be like, the first night there when it hits me that I'm on my own, and Hans will be back in England. 1200 miles away. Shit.
Maybe this was a bad idea?
Or maybe it's the best thing I ever did?
I guess only time will tell. All I know now is that I'm really, really scared.
(and a teeny bit excited)