In two weeks time I will be.....

Yesterday was a day that I had been looking forward to and dreading all at the same time.  I dropped my parents and my sister at Gatwick so that they could go on holiday (sailing in Greece for two weeks.  I am not jealous at all...yeah right!!)

I was looking forward to it so that I could have a break and some peace and quiet at home.  Yes!!!

No....by lunchtime yesterday I had had my fill of peace and quiet and wanted them back here so that there was something going on.  I spent all day in front of my computer doing school work and keeping myself occupied, so at least it was a productive day.

But my parents going on holiday also marks a date for me - it is two weeks 'til I fly out to Qatar.  In fact, in two weeks time, I will have been in Qatar for nearly 3 hours.  In my new country; my new life.

I will have hopefully got off the plane, found my bags, cleared customs and passport control without any hassle (I hope, although why there should be any issues I am not sure), found the person who is picking us up from the airport (I hope this is obvious as I have not been sent any details of what to expect yet), and we might even be in Al Khor by now.  My new home town for the next two years. Wow.

My bag is already packed - I felt like I needed help (more like moral support) to make sure that I hadn't gone over my weight limit and that I had packed the right stuff.  At one point, we had the whole contents spread out around the lounge!  I have a list of what I need to pack in my hand luggage. All appearances show that I am organised and ready to go.  But in my head I am still not 100%.  Everyone I see asks me if I am excited but I am currently struggling to give an answer.  "I am", I say, "but I've never been to Qatar before.  I have not seen any more than pictures of my new school and only met two of the teachers that work there.  I have no idea what my accommodation looks like or at the moment where it is located.  So I want to feel excited, but it is all a bit up in the air so to speak."

So, in two weeks Sunday, I will have collected my parents from Gatwick but rather than travelling home with them, we will be going straight to Heathrow to drop me off.  I hope that they get to meet Gina, Sarah and Olie who are coming to the school with me and are travelling on the same flight.  It might help everyone to relax a little to know that I am not alone when I am there.

And in two weeks time today, I will be there, beginning to find out all of the things that I am currently unsure of.  I am looking forward to this next big adventure in my life (and coming home at Christmas to see everyone)!!