Oh my gosh, the countdown to when I leave is getting smaller and in the teens. After a weekend in Worcester seeing the best of the best friends from college I finally had to deal with the realization of me leaving. I just moved my sister into college for her second year and upon my last night at home with her it all finally hit me. I’m leaving the country….again. Of course I was then hit by a train with a range of emotions and have been trying to push them away for as long as possible. I guess I’ve just been pretending like it’s not happening, and when I say goodbye to my friends for the last time I tried not to think about it. Instead, I’m just pretending that it’ll all be okay and that I won’t miss the great Halloween party they’ll have without me, or the nights up late drinking wine, or the quick drive to Worcester to casually meet for dinner.
Then, more importantly, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to spend these last two weeks with my sister, one whom I’ve grown very close to, especially since we went to the same college for a year. It all hit me and I finally broke down, and said to myself, “What are you doing?” and “Is this worth it"?”. Luckily, the answer is yes. Yes, this is absolutely worth it. I know I’ll be super homesick, I know I’ll miss my family, and my friends, and some pretty wild times. But I also know that this is not only something I want to do, but something I have to do. I’m starting to get ready to go and accepting the challenges that I will face. Bring it on Spain, I’m ready. Only two more weeks and then I’m Spain bound and on my own.
