Anxiety

Thursday is the big day: I pack my bags and head back to Oxfordland to start the doctorate.

I've done this before. Twice, in fact.

I know the routine. How to pack Space Bags so they seal correctly. How to mark my bags so I can find them. Weight limits. The right shoes, the right way to carry my laptop.

I know my way through Newark security, and through Heathrow security. I know how to get to the bus at Heathrow, and where to get the taxi once I get to Oxford.

I'm at an advantage compared to this point last year. I know the place. I know the people. I know where to go, what to expect.

So, then, why the hell am I so nervous?

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