Ever since I got the final acceptance for my exchange from the university I'm going to, I've started to try to understand that it is really going to happen in a few months. Somehow it seems impossible to grasp; I'm the person who dreams, not the one who lives the picture-perfect adventures, right? I guess it's not true anymore, or at least it won't be.
I just looked at flights (which are cheaper than I expected) and read another girl's blog who is doing her exchange in Peru now and I needed to stop to catch a breath. It is totally overwhelming, and while I have never been this excited about anything, at times I feel somehow paralyzed. I am the kind of person who finds comfort in routines, and also someone who might explode from feeling too much and I am concerned about how I'll survive there. Language-wise, studying-wise and living-wise yes, with a little adjustment, but emotionally or psychologically, that's another thing. It might be really hard, but it also could feel like exactly what I'm supposed to do. Anyway, I feel like it is almost ridiculous how amazing an opportunity I've been given.
In my world, a trip to the city was something super exciting when I was a child. In my world, seeing a sunset takes my breath away. In my world, traveling to all kinds of exotic places happens only in imagination. So, I'm trying to say that I do not take this lightly.
Dreams have always been these fairy tales that end when you open your eyes or turn to the last page, but this time it's different. I know it will be the experience of a lifetime, and it is scary as hell.
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