Rewind back a few years from now and for some unknown reason I had this crazy idea to travel the world alone for months on end with nothing but what I was carrying behind me. Since then, even whilst booking flights last October and sorting out all my other arrangements, the whole concept of me actually going away has been totally surreal. Its almost as if I've been planning the trip for somebody else... For ages it felt like a light year away, but once again time has baffled me and here I am, 48 hours away from Singapore, with a to-do list as long as my arm and a backpack that is most definitely empty. (On the plus side I actually have a backpack... Just. Wahey!) Those of you who know me may not be surprised by my lack of organisation, but unfortunately for me despite expecting this last minute oh-bloody-hell-I'm-leaving-so-so-so-soon-fuuuuudgecake feeling, I am still nowhere nearer to being remotely ready to leave on Friday morning. All I'm hearing is 'you must be so excited', and although I'm trying to be, I honestly don't think I've given myself time to feel excited. This might be for the best though. It's made it slightly easier to deal with some of the other emotions attached with leaving home properly for the first time. I'm nervous and completely scared s***less, but i also think i am as ready as i will ever be to take a break from my current reality and discover for myself what the rest of the world has to offer! I'll do my best to keep you all updated.... Amy x