I’m counting down the days. In less than two weeks, I get on a bus and make my way to Toronto where I’m going to get on a plane and fly across the Atlantic.
I can’t lie. I’m nervous as all hell.
I feel collected, but I’m freaked out about what it will be like.
I feel confident in my abilities, but I’m insecure about having to meet new people.
I feel calm, but I can’t keep my mind from racing.
Lastly, I feel like I’ve got my shit together, but I my heart sinks at the thought of leaving everyone that I know and love behind…