Sorting things out

It's Sunday afternoon and I'm sitting in an internet cafe. It is very strange. Yesterday I packed up my laptop and items of special significance and today they are flying back to the UK curtesy of my good friend Jayne, her partner David and their daughter Robyn.

In all honesty, I feel bereft without my computer. Even when I didn't have access to the internet, I still played on my computer, listened to music, typed out my thoughts and generally amused myself. Now there's just a big empty gap on the table (and in my psyche) where it used to be.

In addition, I've been sorting out all the paperwork I've collected over the last two years, bagging up the rubbish for recycling and sorting out my clothes to be passed onto some (un)lucky recipient. The flat is in total chaos - I've never seen it so messy but I am bringing it to order.

Next on my list is mending my clothes for the journey ahead. I'm only taking old clothes and they aren't in the best state of repair so out have come the needle and thread - it's something to do instead of being on-line.

I am feeling both excited and nervous. A little afraid of what I've let myself in for but I also know that if I don't do this I'll regret it forever.

More during the week.