I’ve been dead for a while. For almost two months now, and maybe I even quit this thing for a while. But I’m back, I don’t know why, but I am. It’s probably because I’m a bit antsy at the moment. I’m moving to Oxford in 78 days, and to be quite honest with you, it’s freaking me out. Not the moving part, cause that I’m mostly excited about. It’s the leaving-everything-behind-part that’s got my panties in a twist. (weird expression btw, don’t know how that’d happen in real life)
Don’t get me wrong, I’m so ready to leave this place and leave some of the people behind. But what worries me is that I’m leaving everyone behind. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that. It feels so good to finally get a fresh start, but I care too much about what happens to the people I leave. But then on the other hand, I have to live my life and can’t really be expected to look after everyone else in order for them to live their lives.
This change has been a long time coming, and I’m ready. Who cares if everyone else isn’t. (I do, I do, I do. But I’m slowly teaching myself to turn that into an I don’t.)