It is now 2 months until I leave my job and 2 and a half months until I leave the country. Just as time can seem to vanish without us noticing, it can also stretch out like the longest running track at school during a sports lesson you don't want to be at. I'm finding my last 2 months is sat in the middle of these two points. I have piles of things to do before I go and I haven't really started that many of them. For one I'm still yet to go and visit my grandmother and see how much money she's willing to give me. Then I have to book onto my language course, find somewhere to live and work out all the rest of that sort of business. It's getting terribly official and just a little be scary now. I'll be plonking myself in a country I don't know terribly well, in a language I only sort of speak, completely on my own with no plans and probably not quite enough money to stay there for my ideal 6 months.
Right now I still have my certificate in management that I'm a month away from completing, an opera in front of me that I'm meant to be learning and a wedding I'm meant to be learning all sorts of things for and booking a string quartet. I think maybe these 2 months are just going to vanish before my eyes.
I should also actually officially resign from my job. I've told them I'm leaving but I haven't picked an actual date, not have I officially resigned...hmmm must remember to do that.
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