It's my last day at work and I can't sleep.
I don't understand this. I've spent years dreaming of this moment, of escaping, of getting out of that hell hole and now that I'm finally doing it, I'm feeling miserable and I can't sleep.
Maybe it's because I don't have anywhere else to go so instead of a transitional period its become an ending.
I can't wait for it to be over and for me to be ensconced in a pub having a beer knowing that it's all over.
Australia, here I come.