I feel like I should write something about how I’m moving to London in seven hours, but the words, they honestly escape me. I still don’t feel like it’s happening, despite the packing, the stressing and the goodbyes. I still can’t comprehend that I got the job I always hoped for and that my dream is turning into a reality. I’d say pinch me, but I’m already pinching myself. Here’s hoping I’m ready for this.