Yesterday started the 8 week countdown. Eight weeks till I take off from London and begin my travels to Australia. Eight weeks to lose the wobbly bits. Eight weeks till I say goodbye to my best friends and my amazing family. Eight weeks until I start what should be the best five months of my life.
Probably about six weeks till I have a pre departure panic attack.
Besides the pre departure panic attack, I really am excited now. Booking my flight at Easter meant that it was decided, I was definitely going. It meant that all the worrying I had been forcing upon myself quickly went and I finally began to realise how incredible this opportunity is. I had always sat and wondered whether I should have taken a gap year before going to University, but this has solved my problem. I get to travel and study at the same time, living in a city on the other side of the world, completely different to anywhere else I have been before.
My main issue was FOMO. Fear of missing out. I was stressing out that my flat would be moving in to our house without me, spending a whole term together whilst I wasn't there, meeting new people who I wouldn't know and having banter which I wouldn't understand when I rejoined them. But then two things struck me.
1) They are the most brilliant friends I could have ever wished for, which means that all of the above can happen time and time again when I am with them.
2) I will (hopefully) be having my own fun and the time of my life.
Five months sounds like a long time, but in reality it's not. My first year of uni has flown by and has proved to all of us just how quickly time goes. Sure I'm going to be home sick and just want a cuddle from my mum at times, but before I know it, I'll be back doing exactly that.
SO, i've decided to stop freaking out and get excited. *Cliche approaching*. Life is too short to wonder what if this and what if that, I want to take the challenge and see where it takes me. Good or bad, I'm ready.
Almost.
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