So I own this travel journal now. And I wrote in it. Last night. Which means I'm about to do some travelling. I called my school today to put my account on hold until the spring. I called my friends. It's real. I'm going.

And as thrilling as it is, and as much as other people are as excited for me to go as I am, I can't help but feel a little sad...because I know this is going to change everything. Not that everything else doesn't change everything, but this just seems especially monumental. It's not just a month. It's not just a semester. This is huge for me...and for those I'm closest to.

This decision was so hard for me and so easy at the same time. Easy in that it was painfully obvious that this is a glaring opportunity I cannot pass up. Hard in that I know I have hurt people that I love so dearly with this choice. And that hurting sometimes makes me doubt so many things.