As I’m getting closer to the end, I’m not sure what I’m feeling. Know I have to say goodbye to these people I’ve come to love. Having to leave what I’m used to. Trying to figure out what’s next to me.
I want to go, but at the same time I can’t wait to leave. All of these emotions are running through my body, but none of it makes sense. Because it is scary. Change is scary. It makes you feel like you’re on your own, even when you’re not.
I’m getting older. I’m getting close to finishing this chapter of my life. I am trying to read it as slowly as possible and enjoy it while it last, but at the same time I’m speeding towards the end. And then? I’m not sure whether I am ready to open the book again and see what the next chapter is all about. I might put everything on hold for a while. Or maybe I’ll dive in. Oh, how scary it is to try new things.