Let's get out of this country...

And we're off. In a matter of hours NewMan and I will be on board an aeroplane winging our way to Malaysia to see our good friends CeCe and B. I am sure by staying with friends for the first two weeks of our trip we are cheating a bit as the possibility of us getting mugged, food poisoning or stung by a jelly fish is minimal as we allow two established ex-pats lead us around a country we have already enjoyed visiting last year. I'm not sure I mind though. I am looking forward to catching up with them, as well as grabbing extra hours of sleep, relaxation and online time in their lovely home as I catch up on blogging, which I have greatly missed over the last few busy weeks getting everything ready for this moment.

This "moment" is what we in my family often refer to as the time when you enter "sod-it mode". NewMan and I have done a lot to get this point, including the emptying of two flats, the leaving of one job, the beginning of a new freelance career, the moving of house twice and the sharing of fond and drunken farewells with friends and family (not to mention endless packing, organising, preparing and the surgically attaching passport to self so it doesn't get lost). So it is at this point that we can start to relax, to say "sod it" and just go with the flow because in theory we should be ready. And do you know what? I actually think I am.

This doesn't mean I'm not sad (I am). This doesn't mean I'm not scared (I am a little). This doesn't mean I won't miss Shepherd's Bush, London, my friends and my family (I will A LOT) but I am ready so let's do this.

I'll see you on the other side...