The Hoopla of Leaving Town

I have never really moved anywhere before. Sure, we moved to and from Singapore, and down from Wellington, but that was when I was at an age where the biggest concern I had was how awesome my new room would be. In recent weeks I have woken up at 3am just to remind myself to buy travel socks or cancel my AA subscription, interspersed with periods of just sitting there, racking my brain to think of what else I should do before I leave.

If you had asked me even 2 months ago, what I would be doing now, the answer would not have been the one I have. In just over two weeks, I am moving to Doha, Qatar to take up a primary teaching post at Al Jazeera Academy. The package I have been offered is outstanding. I get my own apartment, complete with a services allowance, gym and pool, annual flights home, a tax free salary and the first year counts towards my beginning teachers registration in New Zealand.

To prepare for this rather radical life change I promptly moved out of my flat and back in with my parents to save money and disposed of the mass of worldly possessions I had lovingly collected over the years until I had barely enough to fill a suitcase and a few precious items I just couldn't say no to packed up in the spare closet in my old room.

Right now I am concerning myself with ensuring I have purchased everything I need before I go, and have started the already nostalgic goodbye dinners and parties. Yesterday I purchased the lady traveler's dream handbag - a cross body strap with a steel wire (so no-one can cut the bag off you), secured zips (so no-one can sneakily open the bag), wire mesh hidden in the fabric of the bag (so no-one can cut it open) and a feature that allows you to tie up your bag like a bike. The only feature it didn't have was a fire proof shell. The only real issue I had with the purchase was Mum liked it so much she got it in cream. I have also been crafty and purchased new power chords for my iPhone and Macbook Air that fit Qatar power points (same as England) so they are all ready to go and some gorgeous fancy matching luggage I got for 50% off because they had a teensy bit of liquefaction dust on them. (Did I mention they matched?)

Despite the last month of solid prep work I've only just started to believe this is actually going to happen. Every time I think of the 18th of August I get a bit nervous and a lot excited and each time I see a friend I wonder if this is the last time. I insist on my kitten sleeping on my bed every night to optimise the time we spend together and I get more certain each day that I have forgotten something crucial.

All that aside; welcome to my diary! I will update here often with news, links and (most importantly...) photo's! I will send everyone an email when I update, so just wait for those and keep your fingers crossed I stay proactive about updating!

Lots of love
Tori xo

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