Then it came, the time when I actually had to leave. All the planning and waiting I had done for nearly 2 years was finally over. A lot of people say that leaving was easy, I beg to differ. I had to some very difficult goodbyes back home: I was saying goodbye to a girlfriend I adored, friends who mean the world to me and of course my loving family. I was saying goodbye to Rugby (my biggest passion) for at least a year – maybe longer, I was saying goodbye to full time employment and had turned down a promotion at work. I was essential saying goodbye to stability and comfort (Jesus H Christ, get me a fucking violin and some tissues). All of a sudden shit was getting very real and these plans were becoming reality, the shit that past Nathan had planned was now a future for present Nathan (and yes I will talk in 3rd person if I want to).