Six hours till departure

Things are not feeling quite real just now...not only am I about to fly on my own to the other side of the world, but yesterday was my last day after five years working at The King David School. Intellectually I know full well that in 36 hours or so I'll be in Scotland where the temperature is predicted to be 6C (a nice change from the high 30's of the past couple of days here in Melbourne) and in six weeks I'll have been home for a week and about to start my new job at Trinity...but, you know, it wouldn't surprise me if I just had dinner tonight, got up tomorrow and did the usual Sunday things and then headed to KDS to work on Monday. I am excited to bits about all of it...but it doesn't feel real just yet.
I am just about ready to go. My main pack is packed and zipped up and ended up weighing just a smidge over 12kg. Not quite as good as I hoped but bearing in mind it has my two heavy pairs of boots and my heavy coat in it, not too bad.
I have scans of documents in multiple 'cloud' locations; I've printed out the key itinerary sheet from my spreadsheet; I've written (yes, by hand, with a pen!) important document and card numbers into a notebook; I've given Don a printout of my itinerary with the addresses of where I'll be staying and emailed him my travel insurance details; I have my passport, a credit, debit and travel cashcard in my wallet (which has a strap to wear across my body, like a neck pouch), and a secondary credit and debit card, and some Australian cash, stashed away in a secret spot in my pack. I've made a list and checked it twice (and no, I don't have delusions of Santa)...what have I forgotten?
I think all that's left is finishing packing my carry-on bag (once my kindle is charged and I've finished writing this) and calling my mum...oh and maybe coming up with a better title for this blog - any suggestions?

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