For the first time in two years, I feel a sense of anticipation and hope, that runs thrills up and down my body. It's like just after graduation - you feel like the world is your oyster and that anything is possible.

Sometimes stray doubts float through me - am I really gonna do it? It seems like so perfect, it feels so right, that I can't believe it's actually within reach. But then I think - why not? What am I giving up here really? 6 months of a non-existent life? 6 months of dreading to go to work? 6 months of feeling like I'm not good enough?

Who knows what will happen during the trip? What I'll learn, the passions I'll discover, the people I'll meet? Or maybe, none at all.

It does seem scary though, there are so many uncertainties. But I can help feeling that it would be an adventure of a lifetime. 

I mean, worse come to worst, I'll just go sit by a lake and enjoy the amazing scenery.

I go with no expectations but with hope.