On the other hand, there's still so much time left. 94 days, in fact. I've still got 9 weeks of school, and then a month of summer before I leave. It doesn't entirely feel real. Everybody around me is already preparing for next year, where they'll be living, what activities they'll be a part of. Not taking a part in that makes me feel so weird.
I'm not going to lie. I'm scared. I've never done anything like this. I'll be going to another country on my own, living someplace where everybody speaks a language I don't know very well. But at the same time, I have never been so excited for anything in my life. I've wanted to study abroad since senior year of high school, and now it's about to become a reality. Each day I wake up is one day closer to waking up halfway around the world.