I am a mess of emotions. I leave home in about 2 and a half hours and I leave the country in about 7 and a half.

I am feeling scared and sad, thinking of all the people I am leaving behind. More than that, the comfort of being home, a citizen and on familiar ground. This is the feeling I have had so much trouble conveying to many people these few days. They all press me with "Are you excited!"- the acceptable response is a complain about the bureaucratic crap I have gone through. The truth is, at this point, I would say fear, nerves and worry certainly outweigh the excitement. I was most excited when I was selected for exchange and when I received confirmation I guess. But not now. It's been a very long journey getting to this point, to put it briefly- I shall sleep very soundly on the plane, I have no doubt. And when I get up, I shall go straight back to reading and reading and preparing- the fear is great!, making me give up Krisworld entertainment is no easy feat.

I have been very very emotionally unstable these few days. Like, cry in public unstable. Haha. I cannot count the times. I shall try my hardest later at the airport, but I really cannot guarantee anything. I like to call it sentimental but perhaps a harsher, truer word is weak or not self-sufficient or something unpleasant like that.

People keep telling me "it will be worth it" and that it will be the "time of my life"; and the photos on fb from those going through the experience seem to support the case. Only time will tell.

My next sunrise will be in/ over Paris. I hope it'll be pretty.