Tomorrow's my last full day on Campus until next fall.
In three weeks, I'll be finishing up all the last minute things for Ireland
A couple days later, I'll be in Ireland. A foreign country in a different continent where everyone has an awesome accent. Everyone who's been there keeps telling me how wicked incredible it is, how they're definitely going back as soon as they can, and they can't wait for that day. It's fantastic and as close to perfect as possible.
But, what if it isn't, for me? Not that I think it won't be amazing, but life is weird. Like, this semester I'm finishing up. I can't even explain it. It's been confusing and dazed and almost lost. It's been hard to put words together, or anything. And for no reason at all, really. Honestly, I don't even know how to explain it.
I'm kind of counting on Ireland to change that, and make everything as amazing as life should be. But what if it doesn't?
I think that's my biggest fear.