I suppose it was already official when I got accepted to Stony Brook or when I started the process of handing in all these papers with my name and information on them to the institution. But now it feels official. It feels real.
Because now I have my flight reservations for August. Not only will I be enrolled, but I will actually BE in Stony Book, NY.
It's a weird feeling, leaving everything I know here and love here, knowing already things I'll miss. But it's in hopes of finding even more things to love and more things to miss. I've been bitten by the travel bug for a long time and I think it gave me a chronic illness.
I hate this feeling, but I crave this feeling.
I know I'll miss so many things, but I can't miss it if I don't leave. I don't want to miss anything (when it gets down to the simplistic: missing things sucks) but not leaving isn't an option.
As is with most things, I have conflicting emotions, almost overwhelming.
Nevertheless, I can't wait to start what I know to be the start of many adventures.
