The Start of Something New

I leave for London tomorrow. Me. Gone.

London has always been this dream for me. One of those things that you think will never happen to someone like you because it's too good. It's too special. But, here the time has come for me to catch a flight to the dream.

I remember when I was about seven telling my mom that was where I was going to end up. I told everyone. People would laugh or roll their eyes because it's something a child says. Something a child does: dreams big.

Now, here we are. I'm making my dream a reality and as much as I am excited about it, I'm also terribly nervous. My heart is in my throat. There will be things that I miss desperately about home. My mom. My cats. My friends. The boy I kissed goodbye to a few nights ago. My ice cream friends. My job. Little, tiny things.

I need this though. It's the next step in my life and as much as I can be scared and terrified, I'm also clinging onto the possibility of a new future.

One where I make my own choices and do things selfishly.

At least for a little while.