|Zemanta suggested the photo, so I included it. (Photo credit: Amanda M Hatfield)|
If you ask me, it makes me colourful.
This move, however, feels bigger. Each emotion feels heightened, each moment feels more significant.
I don't know if it's because I'll be leaving behind a man I've been waiting a very long time for, or if it's the considerable distance and cultural differences that await me on January 14th.
Regardless, this move feels bigger.
As excited as I am, I get a pit in my stomach when I think about not seeing my friends, family and the boy I love for many months. I can't say two words about how much I'm going to miss everyone and everything without breaking into tears.
Now, this doesn't mean I'm questioning my decision - you don't say no to your dream - but it does mean that this move comes with more sadness than I originally expected. And I think we're all aware of how bad I am at emotions.
I'm becoming a bit of a mess.
14 days and counting.