That's the time I have left.
I'm going to admit to something: As much as I know how many people would love to get out of the country and spend some time somewhere abroad, I will tell you that this feeling is one of dread.
All of a sudden, I don't want to leave. I feel like I suddenly know what it's like to know your time of death. I know it's a little bit of an exaggeration, but that's what this feels like. I am excited. I am anxious to begin classes. I do want to go. But I feel like when it's all said and done and I've returned that my life (and myself) will be so drastically different it will be as if the old me has died.
I can't take this.
Oh well. The adventure goes on anyway at 9:55 am sharp tomorrow. No turning back. I'll see you in Regensburg. Cheers.
Who's writing this thing?
- The Little Wandering Owl
- Every real and searching effort at self-improvement is, of itself, a lesson of profound humanity.