Chapter 9 (Leaving tomorrow)

     It's official, tomorrow I embark on my great adventure. After waking up at four oclock and making myself insanely crabby first of course. Just kidding, there's no way I'll be grumpy tomorrow, antsy, excited, scared, anxious, freaking out? Yes. Grumpy? No. I've been insanely nostalgic these last few days. You should have seen me the other day at Dunkin Donuts. I was thinking 'Goodbye Dunkin Donuts..' Then on Route One today 'Good bye Route One, we've had such great times together..' And at every other place in and out of Norwood that's normally not even remotely sentimental for me. It's been really hard saying goodbye to my family, especially my mum. I love them to bits and it's scary that I'm going to be so far away from them by myself. Time to put on my grown-up pants, though. It's obviously been really hard to say goodbye my friends too, especially because they're all really amazing and special people, but I know that there promises to be new friends down there, along with amazing experiences and stories to bring back.
   It was also astonishingly hard to say goodbye to all my wonderful friends/ coworkers at the library. I will admit though that I was seen skipping through the children's section. I almost cried at Friendlys when Heather and I were sat at the isolation table (like the Parent Trap). Even being squished by the cat I'm about to leave makes me a little teary. But I do realize that I'm being dramatic. This isn't forever and I'm going someplace amazing. I'm not moving or dying, I'm going to Disney World for four months to work in the Happiest Place on Earth.  I promise I'll be back.

     I don't know if I'm gonna get a chance to write tomorrow because it's supposed to be an insanely busy day, but expect an entry soon. I leave tomorrow at 6:50, arrive at Florida around 10:00.  I hope that I can sit in the first aisle so I have some footspace, and I hope that I don't have to sit next to someone with a flatulence problem for obvious reasons, I also hope that I don't sit next to a cute guy, because the chance of tears is about 99% and I am an ugly crier.