And it's February. Eesh. Time in the UK is coming to an end.
As I get closer to my leaving date (28th) I find myself scrabbling to close off as many loose ends as possible. Notably, I've cleaned my motorcycle 3 times in the last week. For context that's 3 more times than I've cleaned it in the last 12 months. I really need to actually list it for sale, but some last minute hiccups are delaying me, when they really shouldn't.
First: there's some minor work to be done on it. It's really nothing, but my brain won't let me list the bike until it's done. Stupid brain.
Second: I really don't want to :P. I've become quite attached to my little bike. Sure it's a 125, sure it's a cruiser and I'd much prefer a cafe racer, and sure it's cost me about a billion pounds in maintenance, and sure it's just some Chinese motorcycle and not the bike of my dreams (whatever that is). But honestly, that bike has been an absolute champion. It's dragged my ass from North Wales, to Shropshire, to Liverpool, and back multiple times. It's taken me back to Keele university on multiple occasions. It's enabled me to resume skydiving, and progress consistently over the last year. It's given me entire weekends with the girlfriend that just wouldn't have been possible without it. I'm extremely grateful to the inanimate object. Even if it has attempted to kill me. Twice (at least).
Gonna miss the lil' assassin.
The house sale ticks ever onwards: potential completion date of the 13th. Who even knows at this point. Thinking about it does nothing but stress me out and all I can do is chase which I am so there's not much more to be said at this point.
Far more excitingly, accommodation is booked. >:) Excellent. I've booked myself a tidy flat for my stay over in Budapest, and a house share in New Zealand. Finally in Australia, I have a hostel booked for a week. It's a 6 room dorm type share, and honestly I cannot wait for that. I fully expect to spend half of that week asleep given the flights I'm doing, but I've actually now got structure for my first week. Land, sleep, bank account, phone, van. In that order.
Finally the other major thing I've been working on is ditching as much kit as possible. Mum has insisted that I predict life 2 years into the future and get rid of any stuff I won't need before I go. Translation: ditch everything.
It's not so bad, some stuff is going to Dads, some back to the ex, and some to the girlfriend. As for the rest, most of it is getting sold over the next couple of weeks.
And that's mainly it, stressing over stress and muddling my way through minutia. I just wanna go already.
Isle of Man next week though with Rachael so there's that to look forward to.
