The cull.

Hello.

I feel very ill today.

I have filled thirteen black bags with rubbish. When I say rubbish, I mean the sentimental things that I've surrounded myself with over the years in an attempt to feel secure.

Things I DON'T NEED.

It really is that simple. The rubbish bags don't actually have any worth. Approximately 90% of the stuff in my bedroom has no worth. They are empty tokens. The don't serve any purpose.

So I'm getting rid.

I have to.

I have thirteen days to go before I leave the country for an indefinite period of time. I need to get on with this.

I still have to secure a visa for China but will do that at the start of next week.

I have my last dental appointment tomorrow which is exciting.

But the most major of the major developments: I got my TB test all done yesterday and I got the results (I think) there and then. Have scanned them and emailed them over to Japan! Huzzah!

That was probably the biggest worry (after getting a training venue and securing my Japanese visa) in this journey, so it is calming to have that taken care of.

I'm going to sign off again for now. Might make it fourteen black bags before the day is out... Who knows?