Send me on my way

The time for leaving is nearly here. Almost all of my worldly belongings are packaged up in boxes and being packed into our hired van for the journey tomorrow.
We'll be leaving at 3am (!) and it's going to be a long old trek. No doubt they'll be teary goodbyes within the next couple of days, something I'm not looking forward to. I don't think being away from home will be too bad once I'm settled in, I'll be too busy to miss it, but I think saying goodbye to my parents and (yes, I have to admit it) my little brother is going to be pretty painful.
Having said that, I absolutely cannot wait to get moved in, meet my new corridor buddies and get into the full swing of Fresher's week!
Kind of bittersweet, really.

Is there a doctor in the house?

No, but there is a medical student! After a long old year of the trials and tribulations of a hopeful medicine applicant, I've finally got one step closer to my goal: I'm starting as a medical student at Newcastle University.
With only three days to go until I move "ooop north" I can safely say that my life is in chaotic disarray, half of it being packed neatly into cardboard boxes and suitcases, the other half all over my bedroom floor.
It's only now that the size of the distance between home and university has started to sink in: whilst most of my friends have decided to stay down south to continue their studies, (with the exception of one going to Liverpool) I am heaving my life to the other end of England. After the move, the next time I'll see my family and childhood friends is Christmas. Saying goodbyes has been the hardest part so far, but no doubt it'll get harder as it moves from friends to family. But this is a whole new chapter of my life, and inevitably, with new beginnings, also comes some endings.
Am I excited? Absolutely. Scared? Just a little.