So, 3 weeks left. As I pack up my stuff, box up my books, dvds and other things I can't take with me and throw away bin bags of jumpers, jeans and other things I won't be needing in Malaysia, I feel a strange mixture of excitment and sadness.
I have a lot to look forward to - hot weather and a beautiful location; a new school and new children; and a new way of life and a fascinating new culture to explore. I'm really glad that I'm doing this and I am certain that, whatever happens, it will be life-enriching. I feel anxious as I simply don't even know what to expect from day 1, and I'm there for 2 years!
But in order to experience something new, something old has to be left behind. I'm going to miss my friends who I am so used to being there and relying on; my family - my sister and my niece who isn't a year old yet; my awesome work colleagues who have been not only incredibly supportive but are great fun; and I'm going to miss my class - possibly the most charismatic and entertaining group of children I could have come across. You guys have kept me on my toes and worked me to the bone this year!
Thank you all and if I don't see you before I leave, keep in touch.
