SO the airport was far worst than I originally expected. Saying good bye was awful to all the loved ones, think I hugged everyone at least 4 times. The fear factor completely took over and all I kept asking myself is what the f*** am I doing.no job, no income, not half as much money as I wanted to take, saying bye to my family, friends and my Boyfriend. The two glasses of wine consumed at cafe rouge definately helped my little legs to walk through the gate...Well that was the worst bit done..or so I thought. The next steps were all of a bit of a blur, concentrating on not running back out of the airpoirt into the carpark, waving my arms and screaming 'wait for me, you have forgotten me!!" was my main piority, but Karys' offer of champagne was quickly accepted. It was at this point I accepted the fact I was about to embark on what I always wanted so it was time to lap it up.