37 days sounds like a lot of time, doesn’t it? Especially when you reflect just how long has gone into planning this whole year. Put into perspective, 37 days is just under half the amount of time I’ll be spending in Moscow next Spring. Yet, no matter how I try and justify it to myself, 37 days feels like barely anything.
For the next 37 days until I go, I’m going to try and fill you in on my rollercoaster several months of preparation, exactly what has gone wrong and how I’ve managed to sort things and get everything back on track. For my first post, let me take you back to the very beginning: how I decided where I was going to spend 7 months of my life.
Hello from Deutschland! I actually can’t believe I’m here and have 5 minutes free to write this post. I’ve been so busy ever since I left Stafford a week ago and, to be honest, I haven’t looked back! I’ve had so much to keep my mind off of missing home that up 'til now, I hadn’t really thought much about it. I’ll run through some of the things I’ve been through so far, including a fair few things I didn’t actually know about until I got here.