The day has almost arrived.
I suppose this day has kind of being one that I have changed my opinion about countless times over the past three months. First I was excited, then nervous, then plain right terrified, and now chronically excited.
Tomorrow I head out on the two day trip to get to Balgo, leaving behind family, friends and pets to fend for themselves for nine months.
Five days ago, I was honestly dreading this day. I was terrified of the prospect of launching myself into a totally new and different community, practically in the middle of no-where. I feared not fitting in, being homesick and mostly importantly, chronically failing with the cooking and cleaning; a very real fear. But gelling so well with my roomies, Alejandro and Henry makes me realise that I'm not alone in this journey. With me are two guys going through exactly the same thing. And supporting us are the most amazing group of La Sallian Brothers, a school of beautiful staff and students and a warm and welcoming town.
Reaching this stage, I realise that fear is normal. It has made me make sure I pack all the right things, have my bag under the 15kg allowance of the mail plane (seriously? 15kgs?!) And now I accept, I welcome the replacement of fear with excitement. Because this is truly a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I am so lucky to be apart of it.
So farewell for now. The next post will really be in the middle of no-where!