It kind of hit me on Saturday; the whole idea that I'm going away for a whole year. I thought I wouldn't be affected, but I was really mistaken. ...And I know that this isn't going to be the worst of it. I'm not saying that I'm having second thoughts about Norway. I'm as sure as ever that I want to do this, but I'm just a bit saddened by it. I guess it's probably because I'm a tad dependant on a lot of the people around me to keep me sane and happy.. :-|
Mum and I have started talking about the little things like how I'm going to take money over and what shoes I'm going to get to be better equipped for the weather(Doc Martens :-D)(Doc Who?)(...I'm confused, are we talking about Doc Martens or Doctor Who?). When thought goes into it, it seems a bit more like reality... I don't want to have to think about which clothes I can't take over. I don't want to think about what limits I'm going to put on myself for checking emails. I don't want to think about power adaptor converter thingys!!! ...it's much less scary to think of Norway as a place that's within earshot of my house. With skype, I guess that Norway WILL be within earshot :-P (Bad Wolf)
Shoes that I want:
Shoes that I'll be getting instead:

They're both awesome, but mum wants waterproofness of shoes... so the black leather ones are probably the go-ahead. ...the red tartan ones are awesomely cool beyond comparison of any living shoe (although shoes are not actually of a living state...) and I'll buy a pair when I'm rich and can afford them with my own money, but in the mean time, I must let mother do what she will with her money.
Love across the divide!
- Caity
xoxo

