And so it begins.
It didn’t feel real today when handing in university work, seeing mates, driving across the Peaks, and then having dinner with Mum.
But now I’m a mixture of very excited and a little petrified at the prospect of a month alone in Kenya, Uganda and Rwanda.
Perhaps my tiredness is speaking (frankly I’d rather be climbing into bed in Sheffield than boarding a plane) but I’m experiencing a sudden wistfulness. It’ll be the longest I’ve ever been away alone, and I’m feeling a deep sense of appreciation for my friends and family right now.
Of course, I’ll have a great time, come back, and then settle straight into taking you all for granted again like I’ve never been away.
Because all humans, including me, are probably a little bit fickle like that.
In the mean time, you’re going to have to put up with another month of blogging just like when I went away last March.