Tomorrow, I head off to Terminal 5 at Heathrow for my flight to the US. I have packed my suitcase with determined efficiency, using a new packing technique (new to me, at least), and I have crammed in a huge amount of stuff into one suitcase and one cabin bag.
Sadly, there wasn’t really enough space for this monster. She tried.
It is at about this point, when the trip looks very real and inevitable, that I get some nerves. I look at my packed bags and feel certain that I am forgetting something utterly vital and irreplaceable.
I also have to tidy up my bedroom before I leave. Something about coming home to a chaotic room is very unsavoury to me. I’ll have to hoover and put everything away before going to bed tonight, and in the morning I will probably change my bed sheets so that when I get back, a month from now, everything will be ready.
A fair amount hinges on this trip. Life could be extremely different in just a few short weeks.