it’s 11 pm and my flight leaves tomorrow afternoon. my bags are packed and i guess it’s time for one of my favorite songs (leaving on a jetplane).
there are so many emotions going through my mind right now. i have left my home many times, and my longest stint abroad was 13 months. now i’m looking at at least 3 years…that does make a difference somehow. since i started to work on my dream back in july, i had many meltdowns both because of studying (and being frustrated about my brain just not getting it) and because of my move and because of being overwhelmed in general.
since the idea of going back to grad school popped up in my head and now so much has happened and it feels great to know that i am now actually about to embark on this adventure! sometimes my own courage scares me. i have no idea if that makes sense at all but my adventurous travel-self scares the more down to earth-self in me. that travel-self has been suppressed long enough; it’s time i make use of my passport again!
i’m so nervous i can’t go to sleep even though i know i need every ounce of strength in me tomorrow to haul my luggage onto and off the train. i’m tiny and that is a major workout for me! i’d like to apologize to anyone who’ll sit next to me on the train and plane for sweating (and smelling) LIKE CRAZY!
i’ll be going back to grad school. i’m 29 and going for my second masters. other people my age get kids, i get some education
lol
franzi
