So in true Kel style... the day I am due to leave, I am still re-packing... lastminute.com! Dad was repeatedly giving me time updates every ten minutes; like a countdown to take off! Mum was writing lists upon lists and checking them off. This is standard behaviour for all three of us!

Little bro Brad then comes home from school. His only concern is whether I have my iphone and ipad packed!

At the airport, Dad and Brad take the lead to find my check in desk - you wouldn't think I was 25! :) I carry my backpack and also a daypack... this I will soon get used to I am sure!

At check in, I chat friendly to the guy whilst dad is fiddling with my bag straps to check they are all together so they won't get damaged - he fixed them so much so I am unsure if I will be able to undo the other end!

After a farewell panad/cuppa in once of the cafes, it is almost time for me to go through to departures. Mum is getting tearful, Brad is counting how many maths homeworks he will be doing without my help, oh and bugging me to accept him on 'find my friends' so he can track me. This is something that will be getting deleted when I get back to the UK!!

So following 5 stay safes, 5 hugs from dad, 4 long tearful hugs off mum, and 2 'cool' hugs from little one (plus one more find my friends reminder)... I waved them off and walked through to security.

Here my trip starts...