I managed to wake up a good couple of hours early this morning; I think it's mainly to do with worrying about a bank account.
I'm quite extraordinarily good at making myself fret about things like that. It's not really an issue - it's just me being prepared - as I can quite easily load up a card with enough cash to tide me over from when I arrive in Canada to when I've opened an account and can start transferring money over.
But that doesn't stop my subconscious from sticking its metaphorical oar in, telling me that it's clearly a sign and that I should just forget the whole thing.
On the other hand... It does suggest that it might be worth flying over for a few days in a couple of weeks to get things like that sorted out (I know, how petty of me - spending the best part of a thousand pounds, to avoid paying HSBC £100 to set up an account); but it will also help me get accomodation sorted, too, so that would be one fewer issue to worry me.
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