And the countdown begins.

My flight to the far southeast orient has been officially booked, and suddenly it all seems so real. What began as a far reaching goal that I could at best only dream of doing has become tangible, within reach, and, above all, fast approaching. An excitement stemming from profound curiosity seems to augment as each day passes. I have settled with embracing the feeling of expecting the unexpected.
Strangely, I feel as if I have been sentenced - not to death, but to a new life. But the life I have created here for myself (well, that my parents have financially supported) will definitely be missed.

Oh, how I will miss it all! Those late night Yogurtland runs, nights out, nights in, and lazy movie watching with Stac and Liss. Sunday night church with my girls, Brieanna and Heather, and of course our Sex and the City marathons. And I can't forget about our deep discussions about boys.. life.. love.. god.. school.. and did I say boys? :) I will miss my best friend, B, and the semester of never ending hatred for DA (aka D squared, A squared), looking up dirty pick up lines in computer lab, being annoyed as hell at the question mark, and, of course, seeing where "living in the moment" takes us. The monotony of SDSU life has become so familiar, comfortable, and predictable that although I am ready to leave it, I know I will miss it a ton.
But maybe the hardest part about journeying for so long will be missing my family, and especially my little sis. She will probably be taller than me when I come back, and even prettier and funnier than when I left, if that is even possible <3

Knowing that I will be leaving all of this behind, I feel as if I need to embrace every moment I have left here, with all my friends and family - yet remembering that this is not the end, but only the beginning...