It's a very strange feeling, when you can't quite tell if you're nervous or excited, or maybe both? I don't think I have ever felt it so strongly. I tell myself I'm rediculously excited about the future - moving away, new faces, new places, new lifestyle, new me. But then there's that little creeping thought of comfort, and the who's and what's that you know. Leaving it all behind seems so breathtakingly exciting, but as a person who always thought of myself as liking the prospects of what COULD happen and not ever actually having a plan - I am shocked at how much I find myself feeling downright scared to be leaving everything I know behind. Even the things that I know I most definately need to leave, there is still comfort in those, even though really the journey begun a long while ago now, and so much has already changed - good and bad, but at the end of the day everything happens for a reason, I'm a strong believer in that.
I think i'm scared.
Scared by the fact I have absolutely no clue as to what my life will be like in a month, a year, three years. It's a new feeling. I think I kinda like it.
I think i'm scared.
Scared by the fact I have absolutely no clue as to what my life will be like in a month, a year, three years. It's a new feeling. I think I kinda like it.
