Part of me is ready to be in London already. Starting a new life, meeting new people, learning new things, and enjoying a new place.

And the other part of me is screaming not to leave.

It’s just now hitting me, that, I only have 7 months left here. 7 months before everything I know changes. I’m terrified. Fucking. Terrified.

I have 7 months to cram as many memories as I can. 2 years is along time. But, what if…

And I don’t come back?

My head is overflowing. I need sleep.

Tonight was our last flight.