I'm relocating to England in roughly a week. I got offered a scholarship to study my masters there for a year, 180K worth of education, how can I say no to that?
As exciting as it is, I'm leaving behind so much that I've just began to build. I have such a wonderful rhythm going with my life and career. I don't know how I'm gonna get used to waking up without my man next to me, I know about the English cold.
I'm heading straight into winter, the warmth of summer has been elusive, that's Cape Town for you...
This also also narrows down my chances being God mother to Inyambo's first born
The closer it gets the more surreal it feels. I'm starting freak out, so much to do, so very little time.
Pick up pa**port, organise a farewell, pack ( all 23 KGS) how can they expect me to pack a year into one suitcase? What do I take and what do I leave behind? I'm stressing to the extent that I think I might have given myself an ulcer...
