So, I think maybe...

...that, having saved the bare minimum of money I will require to actually get myself physically (and legally) to Europe... I might just start chanelling my mental efforts away from accumulating a larger savings buffer and getting all anxious about it, and into preparing myself mentally for hitting the ground with nothing but myself to support me. Well, that is, I will have *some* money (you have to to get the visa), but not enough to relax. So, I shall turn my mind to that, and hopefully thus be able to actually enjoy the next six months without too much of a shadow over my mind. Not that I mean to be utterly heedless, or course, and I'll still try to make vaguely reasonable provision for myself.

Edit: Also, I secretly have in the back of my mind that I might prefer to wwoof in NZ rather than Europe anyway. Persuading Meg of this could be a challenge. Probably impossible.