13 days

For those of you who don't know, as part of my degree, I will be jetting off in 13 days to a darling little town in North West France, called Nogent-Le-Rotrou (I'm yet to master this pronunciation, without sounding like I have a minor speech impediment).

In case you are interested to know where this is in France;

So a little bit of background on the lead-up to my year abroad.

Up until a few days ago, I didn't actually have anywhere to live. With two weeks left before I go, this was causing me some slight stress, and a facial twitch, as I'm sure is understandable. To my eyes, I had but three options;

1) go to France, and live out year abroad as homeless bum.

2) find slightly suspect, probably slightly creepy French housemate and spend year feeling uncomfortable, sleeping on sofa.

3) quit university, cut hair into mullet and go on dole/Jeremy Kyle.

OBVIOUSLY never considered any of these options seriously (except possibly the third, mullets are underrated) and luckily enough, I now have a place to live, with one of the English teachers from the school.

So between now and 26th September, I have a mountain of things to sort. I need to get myself straight into office bitch mode and power through all these silly little errands.

Anyway I hope you dear readers will enjoy keeping up with my travels, with all the little hiccups I encounter on the way. Apologies for the generic background, it's only temporary until I can take some photos in France.

Without further ado, I'm now going to start compiling my packing list.

Because without one, I'll probably forget my deodorant, or as I did on my last holiday, my mobile phone. 

CLEVER LITTLE MUGGINS.