28 days until I leave my home for I don’t know how long.
It feels super weird to be finally going, and it’s not until now, when I have limited time left in this town, this city, this continent, that I feel like grabbing every opportunity that was given to me.
New friends. Old friends. They’ve all been there this whole time and I’ve disregarded them until now, when I can’t really have them any more.
OOer I am a fickle mistress. Always wanting what I can’t be having. No preciousses for moi.
I am bloody excited though!!