Butterflies

My name is Robin, and I am about to go and live in Kazakhstan. I have butterflies. Not the pretty fluttering kind, but the otherwise indescribable sensation in the pit of my stomach. I get the feeling every time I look at my watch and contemplate how little time I have left to get everything done. We have around 240 hours left in the UK, to pack our belongings, clean the flat and hand over to the tenants, sell the car, the bike and the spare bed, notify the utilities and the milkman etc, finish a few story proposals, buy camera and computer equipment, and warm clothing, and say farewell to friends and family. Next time I post I will be in Almaty. Goodbye London.