Going tomorrow. Both nervous and excited. Just about packed up my house (again!) Only good thing is that this time I didn't feel sad, I felt reassured that I could come back home again. Home is a good word. As good as the word 'travel'.

I met micala, bonnie, dougie, outside on a terrace, definitely my last terrace of the season. It's already cold, although I spent most the night in a dress and only a cardigan, I had to borrow something from across the way as well to keep me warm.

3 red wines later, I have packed, repacked and sorted, and bathed, cleaned and am now getting into bed. I'm gonna feel like poo tomorrow, but guess what? From tomorrow I am on holiday, or actually from today.

Whoop whoop! Let's hope it's as good as I want it to be, and as relaxing as I need :)

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