My bags are packed, my clear plastic security pouch is stuffed to the gills with lotions and potions (some of which I won’t even use) and I’ve even stored a spare pair of knickers in my hand luggage. I’m good to go.
I’ve also just spent the last 15 minutes tidying up and filing emails in my Hotmail inbox. The good thing about having slight OCD is that any clearing of the decks opportunity such as moving country means that you do just that – clear the decks.
PD has just arrived home, he’s driving me to Heathrow in a couple of hours where we’ll say our farewells, for three weeks anyway. I don’t actually think we’ve spent that long apart since we’ve been together.
My last post mentioned the long goodbyes and it really has been just that – since that posting I have been out every night seeing people and saying goodbye over and over again. It has really taken its emotional toll on me, as well as taking its toll on my liver.
At this point, I have fantasies of being really healthy for the next two weeks – eating fish and going to the gym in my apartment complex every evening, perhaps popping by the beach after work – let’s see if that happens shall we? Perhaps not – perhaps I’ll just be doing my usual routine of pouring booze down my throat as soon as I get in from work – at least until the duty free runs out! Thank lordy it’s going to be more difficult to get a drink in Dubai – I need a big time detox.
Current feelings include, but are not limited to: nervousness about my new job which I start on Sunday; excitement at the prospect of a new beginning; worry about driving on the wrong side of the road; and dread that BA will tell me that my bags are too heavy and I’ll need to remove stuff from them in order to check them in.
I am ready to leave, though – not just from an organizational point of view, but also in my head. It’s taken a while and I know if will be very challenging but hey, it’s good to scare yourself silly every now and again.
Next post will be from the land of sun, sand and cranes…
Flickster. x
Filed under: Dubai, emigrating, flying, goodbyes, life | Tagged: challenges, flying, goodbyes, leaving, life, moving
I already miss you and had a few tears when I read your last post. Have a safe flight, talk to you tomorrow. Love you xx
Quit it, you’re making me cry at work.
love Mrs McTit
xx
Hope you had a good flight and you are settling in well. We’re missing you already my lovely but I bet you will not be missing the endless grey days we are having in London!
Lots of love Sian xx