So, I leave for Tanzania in ONE WEEK! I will be... somewhere over Europe I guess, still 14 hours from arriving in Dar es Salaam (oh, that sounds like a long time... just as well I like flying. Except that does include 5 hours in Doha airport.)
Have now reached the stage in my excitement when nothing will keep me entertained for longer than about 30 seconds and I keep bouncing round the house. Probably to the confusion of my housemates who have had a sleep deprived far-too-attached-to-her-laptop Kayla for the past 3 months. Ah well. I might make cake (Hmmmm... and there is an example of my lack of ability to stay focused for more than 30 seconds...)
Think everything is sorted. Other than the Red Cross getting mightly confused at the fact that my house has a NAME not a number, and therefore failing to send my certificate (and not, you know, asking if that was my address or telling me it was wrong, just not sending it...). I have everything on my kit list barring toiletries and stuff, but I can get them when I go to my parents, as it seems daft to buy them now and have to move them on Monday.
Went riding yesturday. Had my amazing pony who was actually amazing, for a change. Jumping 2ft6 grids, feels like flying, I swear there is nothing else that gives me quite such an adreneline rush as doing that. It's also probably the bit of riding that scares me the most, but I love it all the same. It is so exhilerating and freeing. There may be pics soon too, as one of my friends had her camera and took some pretty good ones.
Ugh, can I just go now? I need to do something. I'm working the next three days as the freshers arrive (wow, three years ago that was me!), which is good, at least I can direct my nervous excitement somewhere useful.
Oh, and I will be moving when I leave to my travel journal travellingkayla
, which has all my past travels in it and is family friendly. Unlikely I'll post here after I leave, unless I need a non-family-friendly rant. But I shall be back when (if!) I return. Or at least when my life gains some sort of normality. Or as normal as my life ever is. So the point of that sentance was to tell you too follow me over there should you want to know how my travellings going. It just got a bit lost on the way.