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So today’s the day I ‘fly the nest’ officially and move into my new apartment in the heart of Manchester. It’s funny, because although I am officially ‘flying the nest’ it really felt like I did that many months ago, when I left the UK with New York on the horizons. It’s fair to say life from that moment on was somewhat different, and me moving to Manchester feels like an extension of that. It no longer feels like a ‘massive uphevel’ but another step in my life. As such it does feel like people around me, make the situation, feel like more of a fiasco than it really is for me. I’m not the type of fella to make a big deal out of things, or rather I don’t like to panic or worry. I think that’s why backpacking, with no time-frame in mind was ideal for me.

Despite all this, I find myself awake, with tired, weery eyes at 2.30am wondering why I can’t sleep. The body’s is a strange old thing, because if people say to me, ‘are you worried?’, i’d answer ‘no’. So tell me, why is it that I am VERY tired, yet I can’t sleep. I lay awake thinking about other things, not what train i’m buying a one-way ticket for, and still sleeping evades me. I guess i’ll never really understand how it works, I think deep beneath all the ‘front’ that maybe I portray, there is an air of worry. If that’s the case, why doesn’t it allow me to pickup on it? it’s almost like there’s the concious and sub-concious states of myself, conflicting with one another…

For now at least, this is my last blog post from my beloved south. I hope to continue to blog in the slums t’up north, but that would depend on BT actually calling me back and sorting out my telephone line. I am sure it’ll be a long drawn out process. I’ve internet access of sorts on my phone, so I will be keeping a tab on my email, so if you want to tell me how good Halo 3 is, or that you’re getting married, or you’re relocating to the UK, you still can.