I leave on Tuesday. That's 4 days away. I leave at 6.20 in the morning and it is a 16 hour flight.
I'm going to Miraflores, which is in Lima, which is the capital of Peru.
Well, technically I'm going to Quito, the capital of Ecuador.
I have to travel from Quito to Lima because I bought my flights before I knew I would actually get a job, and that that job would be in Peru, not Ecuador.
This will take some days and many buses.
But I do have a job teaching English to Peruvian businessmen. Ooh err. And hurrah!
Although, I am more scared than excited at this point in time, because this is what I don't know:
Where I'm going to live.
Whether the job will be any good.
How I'm going to make friends.
How to speak Spanish.
And I don't understand Lima's climate (it's not hot but it's also not cold and it is foggy but not rainy...), which makes packing a bit tricky.
In summary - I'm undertaking a solitary plunge into the unknown. I'm going to be very lonely and far away from everything I know and love: cups of tea; baking scones; Plug on a Thursday; losing at poker; relentless yet affectionate teasing; Heg's nervous worrying; Mark's cheeky grin; dancing and singing with my lovely girly housemates; Taylor and Jason's bickering; scrabble; crosswords; late-night essay panics; Sunday newspapers; the paternoster!; my dad laughing at episodes of friends he's seen 10 times already; my nephews trying valiantly to say my name (shoshofee); slouchy hangover mornings; the beautiful English countryside....
Well, goodbye everyone.
Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
