It really does feel like the world is ending.
My upcoming departure this Saturday has meant that I've spent every waking hour of this week saying my farewells to those who matter most to me.
And it's left me feeling quite bipolar.
Sharing animated conversations over what I'd describe as last suppers, and getting more hugs (the genuine-squeeze-and-never-let-go kind) in the past 4 days than in the average month.
But fighting to realise that I will soon be alone in a strange place breaking the number one rule from my childhood; never talk to strangers.
I wouldn't say I'm scared. I'm just sad to leave behind what has been my favourite year out of school, filled with the most supportive family and friends and not to mention craziest nights out, in search of something else, across the pacific ocean.
Actually, I lied. I'm absolutely terrified of coming home chub, like the general American population.
My upcoming departure this Saturday has meant that I've spent every waking hour of this week saying my farewells to those who matter most to me.
And it's left me feeling quite bipolar.
Sharing animated conversations over what I'd describe as last suppers, and getting more hugs (the genuine-squeeze-and-never-let-go kind) in the past 4 days than in the average month.
But fighting to realise that I will soon be alone in a strange place breaking the number one rule from my childhood; never talk to strangers.
I wouldn't say I'm scared. I'm just sad to leave behind what has been my favourite year out of school, filled with the most supportive family and friends and not to mention craziest nights out, in search of something else, across the pacific ocean.
Actually, I lied. I'm absolutely terrified of coming home chub, like the general American population.
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