Well, this is it I guess.
Today’s the day, I’m all packed and ready to jet out to Singapore this evening. Is it weird that I don’t feel excited yet? I don’t even feel like I’m going anywhere. I think it just feels like a bit of a holiday because the whole family’s going at first for the wedding. Maybe it’ll all sink in when Chris leaves Surfer’s Paradise in a few weeks and I’m on my own.
Bloody hell, that sounds a bit daunting now I think of it.
It’s a bit strange. I’m actually really excited about Singapore, despite the fact I know absolutely nothing about the place. Someone told me to expect “cleanliness, humidity, Tiger beer and karaoke”. Sounds alright doesn’t it? Apart from that, all I keep getting told is that I need to go to Raffles. I didn’t even know what it was until this week, and now it’s all I seem to hear! We’ll soon see what all the fuss is about anyway.
The last week has been manic. It’s been a week of packing, goodbyes and leaving parties. My body is an absolute wreck. I’m shattered. Something else that is also a wreck is my camera. Being the absolute genius that I am, I decided to take it to Manchester last Saturday for my leaving do.
When I woke up on Sunday morning the touchscreen was completely unresponsive, and I have no idea why. I’m assuming I dropped it or spilt a drink on it. Either way, it’s lasted a massive two months, and has only been used three times. That’s got to be a personal best. I guess I’m going to be an awkward tourist who asks people to take five pictures of me because I can’t sift through them til I plug the bloody thing into my iPad.
It’s been emotional these last few weeks. I’ve moved out of a house with a group of absolute gentlemen (John, if you’re reading this, I hope you’re happy with that mention), said goodbye to some amazingly important and wonderful people, and had a week long booze-up with my best mates.
After a few beers last night, I got a text off one of my nearest and dearest mates and regular drinking partner in crime. I won’t spill the contents all over this blog, but let’s just say it made me realise just how much I’m going to miss these lads.
For that very reason, I’m going to end this post with a song that reminds me of some of the amazing times we’ve spent abroad. I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve been sat on a balcony as the sun comes up with a beer in hand, singing along to this tune. Have a listen…
Bloody good that, isn’t it? Next time I write will be from Singapore, it actually does feel real now. So until next time…