Precipice

As usual, when one stands on the edge of a precipice, they feel something like fear and excitement combined. Especially when they look over the edge and down into the dark.

I've been procrastinating packing because, someplace deep in my heart, I feel like this is a turning point. That the moment I get on the plane there's no turning back.

Right now, I feel as if I'm standing on a knife's edge and I can fall either way. But I also know I can't stay where I'm at because standing on a blade is cutting my feet and making it harder and harder to stand at all.

Perhaps I can learn to fly?

First Day Home

Today, I'll be running errands. There's some good deals at Victoria's secret and I need some hand sanitizer from Bath and Body Works.

It's going to be a nice day, I think. Very low-key and relaxing.

Just what I need after finals week.

Then, of couse, I'll be packing! As the days go by, I realize that it's getting closer and closer until I'm traveling halfway across the world.

I can't believe there's only 6 days left!