August has been such a shitty month and I want July back pronto.
"Blowing out someone else’s candle won’t make yours shine brighter."
"Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea."
#this is 99% fear and i would suggest skipping it
I’m leaving in only a few hours and am FREAKING OUT. Everything this year has been vaguely leading up to this - extensive amounts of paperwork, a lot of money, the occasional crying session at work - and I don’t feel ready at all. In the past few days I’ve had some amazing times, have gone through the motions of dusting off my suitcase and setting up a travel card, but I have also lost something like four kilograms and am getting emotional about each “last” thing I do like visit a friend at their work, or catch a bus home and smile as the driver sings along to the radio. I do this traveling thing almost twice a year, but somehow this one is different because it’s the first time I’ve been doing it truly alone. I guess all I can do is breathe deeply, and cross my fingers that I packed enough cardigans. Also know that my marvelous friends and amazing boy will be with me soon to see me off and that ultimately it will all be okay.