What the f*** am I doing? I don't think I could be any more confused right now. I've been bursting with excitement for over a year now but I leave tomorrow and I'm bloody scared. The bag isn't packed and there's so much to do. So I'm writing on the internet.

Having seen all my mates on Saturday really made me question why I've chosen to do this. It's only natural. I think it'll all change when I see my travel partners but it's a wrench to leave my Grandad in a mess and I shouldn't be seeing my ex-girlfriend tomorrow night. I'm going to have a great, unbelievable time and need to leave my old worries behind.

So I'm going overland to Australia via France, Belgium, Germany, Czech Republic, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey, Iran, Pakistan, India, Nepal, Myanmar, Thaliand, Malaysia and then trying to settle in Sydney. If that doesn't work then I fancy living in Canada or Mexico for a little bit. There are no concrete plans and any other day than today that's been wonderful. I'm going to have the time of my life. It's going to be very hard, but outrageously good. I can feel it in my waters.

First stop will be Bruges on Sunday and I just hope the dynamics of the 36 of us work, and I lighten up! I've been waiting a long time to do this and I think I'm just preparing to enjoy every second of it. Bring it on!