Only three more weeks. Really. I'm starting to make mental tallies of how many pairs of yoga pants I have (3 or 4, depending on how you count) and how many layers of clothing it will take for me to survive a London winter (3 or 343, depending on how happily I choose to survive). I'm starting to feel that tight grip on my stomach that actually makes me read all the books I have to, and yes, I really am getting through them.
Three weeks.
I can't believe it.
I will miss my family and friends like crazy, but it's going to be an incredible experience. I can't wait for my plane to take off... and more specifically, for it to land at 4:15pm on the 1st of September, at Heathrow airport.
Welcome aboard, butterflies. I understand you will be with me, in my stomach, for the next few weeks. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
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