Sometimes I just feel so vulnerable. I think about how easily things can go wrong. How easily I can take a wrong turn and end up dead (I know it got a bit too theatrical, but you know what I mean).

So I've arrived in B. I've left home and taken my first real step towards being a grown up. And remarkably, that horrible feeling I've been talking about is all but gone. For now, at least.

I join my new job tomorrow. Wish me luck!