Decisions, decisions...
It was very hard to decide if I wanted to go or not. It felt like ages before I finally decided that I really wanted to. But I still can't get it in my head. Am I really going? Do I really dare? Would I stand being away from my family so long?
Sometimes I think: "Am I crazy? I can't leave my family and my life here." And sometimes: "Oh, I want to go now! I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!"
It feels like it's just for some weeks. But it isn't. It's A YEAR! Ten months...
Right now I don't know what to feel. I don't feel nothing at all...