I have an amazing support group which I am so thankful for - everyone I've spoken to in the last two weeks has congratulated me, told me what an amazing experience I will have, wished me well, told me how proud of me they are, how inspired they are, how brave I am, and how this will be nothing like anything else I've experienced - the experience of a lifetime. Which I know it will be. Feel like I must be slightly insane though, but hopefully in a good way.
I definitely feel that this is the right decision for me, otherwise I know I would be more worried about it. And I am worried about it, but I think that's in a not-really-thought-about-the-next-6-months-because-I-know-I-will-survive kind of way, not an oh-shoot-what-have-I-done-I don't-think-this-is-going-to-work kind of way. Not sure that I really have choice either way at this point, which is totally fine. I'm forging ahead, come what may!
Next post will be post-packing-experience... if I live to tell the tale...