I should be off today, but I said I'd work until Wednesday afternoon and then I'm off to London and the airport. I'm excited and I'm nervous. Ten and a half months have gone so fast, and so much has happened. It can't be undone by two weeks back home, but I'm still weary. I've been so well, so strong...I'm afraid it all falls apart the moment I'm back in my old bedroom again, with all the familiar surroundings and old triggers.
My shelves are stacked with presents for my family; my room is clean and everything is ready for me to throw into a bag to take on the airplane. I have so much bloody stuff.
But, that is all for now.