The countdown begins. 10.

Ten days from now, I'll be 700 miles away from the home I've lived in for the past twenty years.

I don't know whether to laugh, smile, cry, or scream. I've never felt so excited yet so nervous in my life. I know everything is going to be fine, only because it has to be. 
Because I need it to be.

Five days from now will be my last day at the job I've had for over two years. A silly little part time job which turned into my first ever manager position, and left me with a second family, a home away from home if you will.

Maybe I'm not completely freaking out because I'm not fully packed yet, because in my mind I still have ten days. It took me this long to realize how fast ten days actually passes. 

I've decided that for the next ten days, I'm going to journal on this blog as if it were my diary. I'm going to document it on here so that maybe in ten years, ill look back and remember how empty and how full I felt at this very moment. 

If you're beginning a new journey, you're not alone. 
You're allowed to laugh, smile, scream, and cry. 
You're allowed to feel homesick, and free.
 It's okay. Because it has to be. 

I'll see you tomorrow, lovelies.

And if your journey begins then, I wish you nothing but the best.

Until then,

K.