Here I am, leaving my hometown after 25 years for the big adventure in Brocsella. I'd have expected to be excited, but I'm just frightened. I'll be missing my friends, my habits, my polluted hometown. I already had a short experience abroad, a few months spent hairdressing in Canada, but this is big, much bigger: it's the European Parliament and I'm really scared. I'll be doing a stupid office job as a stagist, but it's not like any other workplace - it's a place of Power. I had been doing politics all my (short) adult life, but it was on the road, in the pubs, at the Uni... Nothing like what's waiting for me in Brussels. Am I prepared to board that train to the airport? As usual, I feel terribly insecure. This new blog of mine won't just be a journal to report my experience to others - it will rather be a mirror of myself to keep me company when in sadness, to give me courage and determination when in distress. Good luck Miss Welby!