26 May

With only 7 weeks to go until our long awaited departure date I have noticed myself worrying about our future more than I ever have. Have we made the right decision? Are the kids going to cope? Have we got enough money? These are just some of the many questions that have been playing on my frazzled mind.

I have also had ‘that feeling’ sitting in the depths of my stomach for days. I cannot decide if it is a nervous tension, anxiety, or a feeling of complete and utter excitement…maybe it’s a combination of all three? So after researching my symptoms, I have diagnosed myself and I believe I am suffering from the common disorder of ‘cold feet’! Definition: apprehension or doubt strong enough to prevent a planned course of action. It’s that same feeling you get the night before you marry your best friend and I figure, marrying Doug was one of the best decisions I have ever made so why should I be concerned about our decision to pack up our lives and hit the road. Anyway, it’s a a bit too late to change our minds now…we have just quit our jobs! See you all out there.

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