My trip to London is an adventure that I have been eagerly anticipating for over a year. After so much anxious waiting, it's hard to believe that it's finally happening. I'm sitting at the airport, biting my lip between racing thoughts of the weeks/months/years ahead. I'm trying to remain calm and confident. I keep reminding myself that this is what I wanted.
I'm finding it strange to not know when I will return to my home or see my friends again. This feeling of uncertainty is something I am most certainly unfamiliar with. In the recent days past I have had to say "Goodbye" to so many things that I love and I am struggling to swallow the feeling of emptiness left behind. In spite of all of this, I am still ridiculously excited for my new life in London. I can't help but feel that this nervous regret for what is yet to come will not be remembered when looking back years from now.
So, for now, I say "Adios" to Arizona, lift up my chin, and head out toward the unknown.
