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It’s been a long time coming.

As of writing this journal, it’s currently April 27th, at 8:30pm in the evening. My bags have been packed, my belongings have been stashed and to the best of my ability, I have tied all the loose ends I could find. It feels weird to think that come tomorrow, I will be leaving the country I’ve been living in for as long as I have lived.

I will be heading to a country I have never visited, experiencing weather I have never truly been subjected to, and for the first time in my life, be far away from family and any and all familiar things I’ve grown accustomed to.

To say that I am scared is an understatement. I am beyond scared.

I have no idea how things are going to go. The future has never been more uncertain. I am worried about how things would go, and I am concerned about the things I have no control over. I am anxious, scared, and worried that things will fall apart and I will crack under the pressure of–not living–surviving on my own.

It’s a lot to take in.

I feel oddly at peace. Like a person that has come to terms with the coming storm that is heading their way. I’m sure there are things I’ve forgotten to do; things I could have prepared ahead of time. But at the very least I’ve done what I can.

The most I could hope for is that everything is going to turn out fine.

Here’s to hoping and making an amazing tomorrow.

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