Eight days... but who's counting?

Today a friend reminded me that I have eight days until I fly to Europe.

Of course I knew the day was upon me, but now that I can count the number of days I have left in Australia on my two hands, one becomes a little nervous.

I bought the ticket towards the start of the year. A procrastinator at heart, I had the ticket reserved for close to a month before I plucked up the courage to hand over my savings. Six months before that I finally made the commitment to myself (and my hungry piggy bank) to bring to fruition the idea I had toyed with in my mind since a teenager - travel the world!

When I finally did receive my ticket, I eagerly wrote in my diary the count down until departure, 90, 89, 88 ... 45, 44, 43 ... 3, 2, 1, Lift off!

I now only have to turn the page over to see the date 'May 30' pop out.

D Day. Departure Day.

And then what?