The dull end of the trip

It's come to this. Packing up all my possessions. Preparing to ship out. Dividing the excess into 2kg boxes, to send on a journey of trepidation and terror through the high seas for three months. Cramming the rest into an impossibly small backpack that seems to shrink with every rediscovered hoodie and pair of shoes. Scattering the floor with moisturisers, tshirts, and lone socks.

Just between you and me, I actually quite enjoy this bit. But shhhh, don't tell.