So Long, My Dear
So I moved out of Chelmsford, sold my beloved drumkit and all my furniture, got drunk with friends for a final time, hugged my mum and dad and got on a plane. I was nervous for the two weeks leading upto departure, even though I had been planning this trip forever.
I felt guilty for leaving Golden Staph and Bermuda. I felt nervous about not having enough money. I felt excited about not having a job and felt utterly daunted by not having the slightest clue about what i was about to do.
I was as ready as I would ever be.
