Bang Thai'dy

When I was younger I always swore that I would never go to a country that required me to get vaccination jabs, didn't see the point when I could go other places without needing them! Then I kind of grew up and realised there are far to many beautiful places out there that I would miss out on if I didn't get them, so today, I went to go and get them.  All day I have been panicking about them. In my head I would be having loads of injections, all of them painful, all of them huge and they were going to clean out my bank account... that's not quite how it panned out, I went in there, had one injection, it took two seconds and I got it absolutely free... yeah... don't I feel stupid!  To be fair, I couldn't have asked for a nicer nurse, she was friendly, relaxing and chatty, she made me feel at ease and got the jab over and done with before I knew it... happy days!

I booked my trip back in March and so far, it's all been going well. I've paid the balance, I've booked my jabs (with hesitation) and started planning my month off... then it comes to sorting my visa. Woke up early this morning, with the hangover of all hangovers after the boys football Christmas party, drag myself out of bed and head off to landan taaan with my mum after we both booked one of our final days left of holiday. Start getting a little nervous because of traffic, but all was ok when we got there about 11.15... all great, till we get to the doors of the Thai Embassy... it's shut. 4 hrs of hungover travelling and the bloody Thai Embassy is closed... the only Monday that it is closed throughout the whole of the year and I turn up on that day, standard Sarah Heath bad luck! Second time lucky I guess! Least I got to spend the day with my mum browsing Kensington high street, drinking Starbucks and trying on god knows how many shoes, all things ha...

There are two different types of people at Uni, the home bird who goes home every 2-3 weeks and the one that's flown the nest, who turns up at their parents house at Christmas just to let them know they are alive ... I was the home bird. I would have gone insane if I had to go home every weekend, every two weeks meh, by the third week I was ready to go home, see my dog, argue with my sister, listen to my dad rant about dishwasher karma, eat my mums roast and have a proper catch up with my friends. This is my main fear of going away, which didn't really hit me till the other night, where like any normal 25 year old woman, burst into hysterical tears at my younger sister, who thought someone had died or I was hurt, something serious, not that I was being a baby and waah'ing about missing my maaammy. Don't get me wrong, I am so excited about going away especially now that I am talking to a couple people who are going to be out there the same time, but if I listen to ...

Life gets a little hectic at times so I am going to use this blog as a kind of dear diary, similar to what I did when I was 13  (without the additional I Heart *insert random boys name in here* scribbles) A lot is going to happen over the next few months, mainly as I have decided to go to Thailand for four of them... on my own. Most of you already know this, but for those who don't... I am bricking it! I don't want to forget a single moment of my travels and the times leading up to it, whether it be the highs, the lows, the random home sick moments and the moments that take my breath away.  So here it is, if you are looking forward to having a break away from me for the next four months, don't read, if you want to catch up with my goings on... enjoy. There will be grammar mistakes, there will be spelling errors, there will be moments of pure randomness and stupidity, but to be honest this is my blog... what do you expect! I know I haven't gone yet but I miss ...