Today is the first of August.
I leave for a year in the United States in a month.
My flights are booked, but I am far from ready to go.
I don’t feel excited, I don’t feel nervous. I don’t really feel anything.
Everyone else feels more excited than me. I just feel numb.
I don’t feel ready for this. It’s too much.
There’s just too much to sort out. Too much to think about.
And I’m scared to leave the life I’ve perfectly built up behind.
I’m scared nothing will ever be the same after this.