Today is the day I've finally made the decision. Not that it fills me with any sense of satisfaction, the trepidation is still there, but it's easier functioning knowing what the future holds, instead of not having the faintest impression of where you're going to be in one month, nevermind six.
I could call it an exit strategy, but it's not. This is a blind leap. There's a certain thrill in not knowing where you're going to land (apart from Colchester, obviously) and the prospect of falling knee-deep into something new tingles with an edginess I'm not particularly familiar with.
So from the sedate, to the shaken I go. Bring on September.