I’m leaving in about 12 hours time, jet-setting off to another continent, the furthest I’ve probably ever been and the longest I’ll be away from my family (in these 23 years). It’s strange how a month or two ago, I was itching to get off this island, go someplace new, experience people and things and the infinite possibilities that come along with them. Tonight, I lie on my bed, mildly contemplating this rising horizon of endless possibility, good and bad, and suddenly half of me doesn’t feel like leaving anymore. So strange, how this human mind and need I say heart, works. The future is wrought with so much uncertainty, I haven’t even left, and I can safely say I’m waist deep and flailing about, in my many feeble attempts to make sense of what is happening. This isn’t just some time away from my family and familiarity, this is crossing a line, and yet being so sure of who you are, you know exactly which lines have to be drawn. Right now, there’s a thick cloud of apprehension shrouding whatever excitement I’ve buried beneath all other emotion, is this the way this is supposed to work? 

Anyhow, this is emo Steph talking, more updates with fun and excitement will come soon! (ha)