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I’m writing this from my shiny new laptop bought specially for my travels. It is cute and light and very very dinky. After contemplating for quite some time which would be the best to buy (which I discuss in some depth over here), I decided in the end to go for the acer aspire one in the 8GB SSD version. I also got another 8GB SD card and I’ll probably be buying a USB card or two for extra storage. It went against my instincts somewhat to buy a computer with only 8GB storage space in these days of terabytes of data (especially when the 120GB HDD version was only £20 more) but after realising how much lighter and hard wearing it would be without a HDD and the fact that I have hundreds of GB of available storage space in various places online I decided the future is solid state. Interestingly I was sorting through some old documents while packing up house and found details of the first laptop I got in about 1997 - it came with a 2.1GB HDD for the bargain price of £1400. My new toy was £230 including the extra memory card… way to beat inflation! I also had one of the first mp3 players which cost about £300 and held about 7 songs - isn’t technology great? Anyway, I digress… Overall I’m very pleased with it. It’s a perfect size, light and fast and it even has an integral webcam so I can take photos of myself typing in front of tropical sunsets. It’s taking a little while to get used to the keyboard but luckily I have small fingers. And I might have to do something about the linux for dummies OS.

So apart from getting a new laptop, I have had my last set of vaccinations, handed in my notice at work (less traumatic than I thought it would be), and bought my ticket down to London. The majority of stuff I want to keep is packed in boxes and I’m getting ready to move out in a couple of weeks.

It was my birthday on Sunday. I am 28. In 8 weeks I will be in India. I’m hoping by my next birthday I will be somewhere more exciting than Newcastle. I’m hoping by my 30th birthday I’ll be glad I went on this trip rather than hanging around the same town I grew up in all my life, waiting for something to happen.

Tick tock tick tock… less than 10 weeks to go. Meeep! I’ll be in single figures soon. How utterly terrifying.

I have had my second set of jabs, given notice on the house, 4 and a bit weeks until I move, taking the kitties to their new home in 5 weeks, hand in my notice at work either this week or next. Tick tick tick…

I am looking forward to having my life packed up into a few neat boxes, having got rid of nearly 28 years of accumulated junk. I am sick to the back teeth of ebaying but the money is still coming in dribs and drabs so I suppose I can’t complain. I swear I am never going to buy so much stuff again. Stuff hidden away in boxes under the bed and overflowing from cupboards - why have I been carting it round with me from house to house for so many years? I just want to throw it all in a big skip and be done with it.

At least I have paid my last rent cheque for a while so the game for the next month and a half will be to see how little I can spend of my last pay in my full-time job. Argh. No wonder I keep asking myself “what the hell are you doing?”