It’s starting to hit me.
I’m growing so emotional about the changes I’m about to make in less than a month. Like, what in the world am I doing? I’m getting myself into something I know next to nothing about and I am absolutely stoked. (Obviously a bit scared, too, but that’s natural. …right?)
I know this is all I ever talk about anymore, but that’s because it’s consuming my mind. I can’t not think about it. There’s SO much to do and with so little time. It’s all winding down now. I have to get myself together and pretend to be a big girl. I can’t actually be a big girl until I’m out fending and caring for myself.
Current emotional status: overwhelmed.