My time

Time moves fast, so fast. I’ve been waiting for this day for two years now and now it’s suddenly here and I’m not sure if i’m ready? But if I’m not ready now, will I ever be? It’s like all of a sudden, there’s so much to do, so many people to see and so little time.

I’ve written lists upon lists, and feel so  overwhelmed with it all. Do I have everything packed? How much will I actually need? Do I have too much? My bag has been packed for about seven months now (over prepared?) I’ve just been putting the things I’ll need as I think of them so I won’t feel so overwhelmed – yet I feel it hasn’t helped one bit, it’s almost made it worse.

Over the last two years, my life has changed completely and I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. I’ve made many new wonderful friends and it’s sad to leave them, but it’s my time. It’s my time to figure things out and explore; to sail the seas, and walk the mountains, to meet new people and catch up with old friends from around the globe. It is my time to find myself and however nerve-racking it is, I couldn’t be more excited.