Days until I travel = 15
28.06.2014 - 28.06.2014 14 °C
The way I've been counting down to the big trek abroad is an actual countdown and the one in my little brain.
The actual countdown says I've got 15 days until I'm off to Manchester airport. In two weeks Fay and I will be saying goodbye to tearful mums and lip-biting dads.
But the countdown in my brain is more about milestones.
"It's ages away yet, I've got XXXXXX before then."
First it was my 30th birthday in April and yesterday another one passed me by - my friend Ingrid's wedding.
I also did my first few goodbyes in the last week - to someone I work with who is off this week and to two special little people.
They asked me why I had to go away so long and if I could come back if I started to miss them. CRY? I bawled my face off (literally - it was all red and puffy and horrible afterwards).
The handing over of the goodbye cards was hard enough, and now they were using genuine emotions as torture! Thing with kids is, they don't sugarcoat anything, they just say exactly what they think. They didn't think "oooh, best not say that in case Emma gets upset about leaving", they just said. Which is nice, because you know exactly what they mean, unlike adults. But it was also hard because looking into their eyes and seeing on their face that they would really miss me was upsetting too.
But I guess I've got a few more goodbyes to go yet.
On Friday it is my last day of work. I'll be wearing waterproof mascara that day. Mainly because it's the only one in my make-up bag, but also because I'll be saying goodbye to some amazing friends.
It will be very weird giving up work. It's been my life for the past nine (almost) years. Four years in Hull.
What do I say to people when they ask me about myself? Can't say I'm a journalist anymore. What do I say? I'm a sister? I'm a daughter? I USED to be a reporter?
Well, I guess it will be "I'm a traveller". Or as some friends have pointed out "a jobless bum". (I use the term "friends" loosely).
I'll probably emphasise that I'm a POOR traveller. Just in case they try to rob me.
Any other label suggestions welcome.
Today's joke = I hate Russian dolls, so full of themselves.