Just last week I was messaging my sister that I was thinking about applying for the study abroad program & now I am going to London. I am going to live in London.  It still has not fully sunk in that in the Fall of this year I will be on a plane flying to the one city I have lusted over for so many years.

Excitement is an understatement for the emotions I currently harbor, however, there is that minuscule bit of anxiety that lingers.

I have lived at home with my parents my whole life, which, if I am being honest, has not conditioned me for this experience. I don’t know how to be on my own & that scares me. But with the fears, I know how wonderful of an adventure this will be.

I am sure that I will get lost trying to figure out how to ride the Tube, forget that Dollars & Pounds are not equivalent, & will probably get criticized a few times for calling “chips” by the term “french fries.”

I’ll never know how to be alone until I finally go out there & do it. I will probably cry at the airport, on the plane, the first night, maybe even the first week, probably every time I speak to my parents, but it will be a testament of my growth as a person.

If you had told me one year ago that I would be living in London rather than just dreaming about it, I’d laugh out loud. Never could I have imagined that someone like me, dependent, anxious, timid, would ever do such a grand thing as studying abroad.

I am afraid, but more than anything, I am ready for this period of growth.

“A goal should scare you a little, and excite you a lot.”

― Joe Vitale