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Sometimes I feel as if I live in a constant state of disbelief. This trip to Europe doesn't seem real at all. I can't imagine living a day away from my family, my house, my life that I've known for almost 21 years.
I feel guilty that I've been given an opportunity like this, when perhaps the money should have been spent more practically.
I was talking to a friend who's studied abroad the other day, and he said it doesn't become real until you're there for a few days. He said it sinks in when it sounds different. The familiar sounds of home in the morning are replace by strange, unfamiliar surroundings.
I'll have to pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming.
I'm a little afraid that I'll forget everything. I feel that I forget people easily now. I forget exactly what people look like, what their voices sound like...
There's always that awkward moment when you see someone again after a long while and they seem different. It may be a good different, but you have to step back and get reacquainted with this new person.
Sometimes you miss the old times.
The old conversations where each of you knew exactly what was going on with the other.
But, above all the confusion and reacquaintance, there is happiness at the reunion.
I'll have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.