I can’t believe it.
Am I making the right choice?
I’m scared.
Am I going to be okay?
This is going to be awesome.
I’m really excited.
Will I be able to make it?
I’m going to miss them.
I can’t wait to meet new people.
This could be a mistake.
This could be fate.
Is this really happening?
Is there no going back?
Do I have the will to go through with it?
I have to do this 100% without doubt.
Why do I feel nervous?
I don’t want to leave them behind.
I want to run away.
I need a change.
This is my chance.
I want something new.
I crave freedom.
I want a challenge.
I’m afraid of the possibilities.
I want to prove I can do it.
January 17, 2009 at 4:22 pm
getting your stuff together probably feels like a dream still. unreality.
the hardest part will be getting on that plane. i do have to say, the only person who was home the morning i left was my brother. i don’t think he’s the kind of person to care or look too closely, but if he had or had offered to hug me goodbye he would have seen me crying. and if he’d stood out on the porch just a little longer, he’d have seen me absolutely shaking in the driver’s side of my car, terrified to turn on the ignition and roll.
but once you get going, once you wake up again after your first night, you realize life is still happening, and now you’re in it! and then it’s easy. mostly.
and you can always turn back, but somehow i believe you won’t need to