The eve of my departure to Denmark. It doesn't really seem like it's actually going to happen right now. For a while I was just super nervous about meeting friends, but now I'm not really worried. Not that I met anyone, but I figure, if, worst case scenario, I get there and absolutely no one likes me, I'll just watch a lot of Grey's Anatomy for the next four months.
That's the worst case scenario.
Best case scenario is that I finally get out of Halifax. Out of Sackville. Out of my comfort zone. And I get to meet some amazing new people and make some great memories.
The thing is, I get bored easily. I've been doing the same yearly routine for three years now. Go to school for four months. Come back for Christmas, get drunk, ski, celebrate New Years. Back to Mount A. Summer, get drunk, work, Cavendish, work, back to Mount A.
My attention span is only so long.
So here I am, going to take a little bit of a chance here and do what I should've done three years ago. Move away from home. And I mean really move away. So I can't just go home every weekend. I have to be out and learn to look after myself.
Not that I don't love Mount A. I just think it's time to experience living out of the maritimes where I'm not within a two hour drive from home.
So, on the eve of my departure, this is the thought that I have to keep in mind. That this is for my own good. That I will make friends. That I will have an amazing time. That this is the right thing to do. Especially at this point in my life, where I've become so restless and impatient with everything else.
But I'm still a little bit scared.
PS. I'm totally using Google translate for these Danish titles. Give me points for trying.
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