Departure Day... enfin!

This post comes from a somewhat bleary eyed traveller this morning, after a night of not an entirely decent amount of sleep. The last night in my cosy room was rudely interrupted by the return of that nervous excitement that leaves you checking the time every hour, and resisting the urge to get up at 5am. It felt like christmas eve all over again, except instead of present-opening self restraint I fought the urge to double check the entire contents of my packing. The day of departure has arrived, at long last,  thoroughly ellen-style with an unsettling amount of butterflies that no amount of slightly compulsive organisation will contain.
What do i expect of the day and week ahead? I can honestly say I have no idea. I'm hoping I'll find a nice new home, some friendly French people, and the easy completion of administrative tasks. Aside from that, we'll just have to wait and see...

Au revoir Angleterre!