So I'm still in sunny Nelson, sans the sun today. I'm at the slightly tense packing stage that my Mum knows only too well. She might recall a slight melt down when I was packing for Nigeria, it's not quite as bad as that time. I'm very organised this time around but I am beginning to wonder how all of the stuff dotted around my room is going to fit into the one suitcase that isn't yet packed...There's no rule about how many clothes you can wear on the plane right?
I am really proud of my packing foo actually, I have come along way from the Kasia of 2011, there hasn't been a tantrum yet. The baggage handlers might have one when they try and lift my bags however. I have culled a fair few things along the way, I suspect the local op shops are totally loving me. As I had planned on applying for residency here in the New Year I had begun to accumulate 'general stuff' which now of course is not needed, or is not really transportable. For a hoarder like myself I'm sure you can imagine this has been a difficult few weeks.
Last night I got the final details through for where I'll be staying when I first arrive in Doha. I'm in a hotel for the first two weeks whilst I try and find somewhere to live. It all of a sudden felt very real when I could see pictures of the place I'll be staying and had confirmed arrangements for a driver to pick me up and bring me to my new offices on Sunday. Friday and Saturday are the weekend days out in the Middle East so Sunday is the new Monday. Confusing for me as Sunday and Monday were my old days off. It's all getting very real now, cripes!
Right I'm going to stop packing avoiding, and get some more important jobs done, like work out how many layers I can feasibly wear and still sit down in. But first I think I might open a bottle of wine...
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