I would have never expected to be this hard to leave London, its people, its crowded streets and the bloody transport system.
I would have never expected that one day I will be sleeping on my friend's couch and miss having my own space.
I would have never expected that I will be so scared of going to another country.
This is what I've always wanted to do - get rid of all my possessions, pack my bag and leave the grey UK. And yet, here I am - scared and anxious, asking myself 'what the hell am I doing??' I am 32 years old, shouldn't I try to make something out of my career, look for another husband, make babies, grow old, save for my retirement...
I'm really out of my comfort zone here and I really do hope that the magic happens here.
The flight is tomorrow. Today, I am saying good bye to 'the special one' and some other important people.
I promise myself I will not cry. I will face this situation like everything in my life.
This is the new beginning...