Today’s my last day in Wales and this is exactly how I feel about it. (Or that could just be the expression of someone who’s been given a load of goodbye JD & Cokes by her friends and got way too close to the flash. You decide.)

Tomorrrow I’ll be hopping on the train to Gatwick where I’ll spend the night (not sleeping, I imagine) and then hop on a plane first thing on Thursday morning.

I always imagined writing this post with an air of nostalgia: Writing about the numerous things I’ve been up to over the last couple of days; Reminising about my homeland, my hometown and how leaving has made me quite patriotic inside and proud to be Welsh; Giving a little tribute to the friends and family I’ll leave behind and shedding a tear over how much I’ll miss them.

But the truth of that matter is, it’s 6.30pm and I’m already exhausted. Physically and mentally.

Every day for the past week, I’ve been up since 6am, running around trying to find little things I still need, packing my bakpack and making sure weight restrictions are being abided, meeting up with friends for drinks, foods and giggles for the last time, and have only now stopped to sit down properly.

I will miss everyone. I will miss my wonderful homeland.

But, right now, I’m just too tired to think about it. I’m over the moon with excitement and at the same time, a little terrified.

But that’s all I can articulate right now.

Sorry.

The next time you hear from me, I’ll be blogging from Mexico. I’ll hopefully be well rested and will have stopped staying up until 3am Googling ‘Dangerous insects in Mexico‘. I’ll be immersed in a completely different culture and literally living what I’ve always dreamed of doing.

You’re more than welcome to follow me on Twitter and watch my updates as I get ready to actually fly out of the UK. (This’ll be my first ever flight, after all!)