Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you

Last sat/sun night IT hit me for the first time. The thing that Satu warned about. The fear of leaving, the fear of change, the fear of unknown. It hit me while I was in a bus to my sister's place after saying farewells to two of my friends and realizing it's going to take ages before I'll see them again. I realized that next three weeks are going to be full of goodbyes and leaving things behind. Leaving familiarity and heading toward new adventures. Kind of taking a leap of faith and trusting that I will make it.

Arrangements for the exchange are looking good. I've sent my student card application so I should get it during the Intro week. I also got the program for Intro week and it looked really good! There's so many things I want to go and do, going to be busy week. Yeah, and then there was funny thing: I got information mail for mature students. It was meant for all students 21 or over. Since when 21 years has meant mature. Well maybe in cheeses, scotch and wines yeah, but in people. Got me slightly alarmed of what's coming on.

There's still some things I need to take care, like change my address and make some kind of announcement of living abroad to the registry office. Oh, and of course moving, thesis and packing. We've chatted a bit with Sini and Veera about what to take and what not. And found some really funny packing lists. One said it's impossible to get good bras from UK. If that's true no wonder older British women look like Camilla Parker Bowels. Really confused about few things if or not to take them, but I think that I'll just take load of crap with me and then dump it before coming back.

Countdown: 19 days. Eeeeek! (And thesis.. what thesis?!)