Travails of the Wide Eyed Wanderer

So this is pretty much it.

After two years of saving money and planning for my trip, at 8 o'clock on Sunday morning I fly out of Heathrow to Guatemala via Miami, leaving behind all my home comforts. No more episodes of Spooks or Scrubs in the comfort of my living room.

Having worked numerous jobs since August, and been taxed to high heaven for the privilege, I am struggling to comprehend that the moment I have worked towards for so long is finally nearly upon me. My kit is laid out needing to be packed into my bag which will become my home from home for the next seven months - a group of belongings that appear relatively meagre yet will no doubt weigh the equivalent of a small child.

As the days have grown shorter and the time before I leave has got closer, I seem to be in the centre of a vicious circle, one moment being deliriously happy that I do not have to work (in the UK at least) for seven months, the next my crest of excitement and eager anticipation is replaced by anxiety and the fear that something should happen to me or my belongings along the way. Either way I'm increasingly restless to leave, even if it does force me to say goodbye to everyone.

From this post you can probably tell I'm all over the place at the moment (just like most of my tickets and visas!) so I should probably get back to shortening my increasingly desperate 'to do list'.

I'll write next to let you know of my arrival in Guatemala and if my Spanish is improving with my 1 week crash course.