Anxious.

I know anxious well at the moment. University, mostly. I start in less than 3 weeks. Shit me. That's really not long at all is it? I have some stuff, but I don't know if it's enough. The real killer is parting with so many books, and my bass. I just can't take these things with me. Not to ignore parting with friends, leaving on in Manchester on the other side of the penines, and waving one off to Falmouth, something bizarre like 400 miles away. But it'll be worth it. In all this fear and all these practicalities, I have to remind myself I'm going there to learn, and to learn about something I love. It'll be alright on the night.