|Leaving for the first time.
||[Jun. 7th, 2005|08:07 pm]
Never trust an expat.
|||||Tom Waits - Lost In The Harbour||]|
Sometimes I wonder if I'm making the right decision. Then I realize it's too late; I've already passed up a wonderful opportunity to study at Ateneo, I've already accepted the offer of a college education abroad, and because of that, for the first time in my life, I'm going to spend 9 months every year half a world away from my family, friends, and basically everything I've ever known to study in Ohio, where it's cold, flat, and different. Very different.
Some days I feel excited, glad that I'm finally leaving, glad that I'll finally get to explore new lands. And some days I wonder what my life would've been like if I'd chosen to stay. I assume this is natural, and that this is the stage that precedes the total panic that will seize me once I've got one foot on that plane, sure that the following step will be the last one I will make on my native soil.
I'm still trying to grasp the colossal changes my moving will result in. Right now, I'm still overwhelmed by the mere fact.