So it’s about nine in the evening before my big trip to Scotland tomorrow. At the moment, things are the same as any other Saturday; I’ve just had a takeaway and pretty soon I’ll watch a movie with my parents. I’m not sure whether to be calm, excited, nervous or all three right now!
I’ve been packing for the past week, and only now am I remembering the essentials! Random things kept cropping up all day, like remember to pack some towels and don’t forget a toothbursh. Now I’m all worried that I’m gonna forget something really important, like money!
Note to self; remember to take money.
I’m seriously considering making a big checklist to look at tomorrow morning, so I know I won’t forget anything. Knowing me though, I’ll forget the stupid checklist.
James is already in Oban now, and Georgia’s getting an early bus (about 2:00am) in the morning, bless her. Renske, Amy and I are meeting tomorrow in Glasgow for the home stretch, so hopefully things won’t go too wrong, especially since we’ve got James and Georgia meeting us at the other end.
I’m planning one last visit to The Great Northern Hotel tomorrow before I leave as well. Maybe it’ll calm these nerves, I don’t know.
It seems kind of silly when you think that there’s people who do this sort of journey every day, and yet here I am worrying myself silly. I guess it’s all down to the fact that it’s an eight hour journey!
I’ve got this sinking feeling in my stomach now, like I know something’s not right. I don’t know, it may be the curry!
Well, wish me luck!
