Three weeks from today I will be making the decision to leave the life I now know, permanently, in search of an adventure. Once I get on the plane, there is no turning back. I can’t come home and I can’t look at my best friend’s face in person. All our communication will be through a screen. I’ll be 3,843 miles away from where I grew up and where my life resides. But I’m ok with that.
Realizing how close it really is is making me a little nervous, but I’m ready. My suitcase sits in the corner of my room, a constant reminder of the preparation that needs done. The last items I need to buy are sitting in my Amazon cart. I need to practice using my new debit card and familiarize myself with the Euro. But, most of my clothes are already in my suitcase. I finished the required Rosetta Stone level and I’m going further into the course. My going away party is mostly planned, and I’m getting ready to say goodbye. What makes leaving a little harder is that this week my school released our tentative schedules for the year. Looking them over, I would have homeroom and every class but two with my best friend. Knowing he won’t be sitting next to me makes it harder.
In short, I have a lot of conflicting emotions due to the fact that I am so anxious to begin my program. I can’t wait to meet my family, who have already starting making plans for me. I can’t wait to decide on a school and meet new friends. I can’t wait to see everything I’ve only ever seen on TV, and I can’t wait to settle into my new life. I can’t wait to make my dream a reality.