I know I'm not gone yet (I've officially passed the two weeks marker), but it's already giving me a lot of anxiety to say goodbye to everyone for six months. There's this part of me that... it's hard to put it into words... doesn't care? No, that's not it. There's this part of me that's just too excited to give a damn. I mean, I've been planning this for months and months and it's costed me and my parents a lot of effort and money.
But on the other side, I have a lot of concerns. Could anything happen to someone I love while I am away? I'd hate not being in Argentina in case of need. Am I gonna be replaced by my friends during the time I'm away? Those questions all bother me when I get in bed. Worst of all, I've already broken up with my girlfriend, which adds a lot of fuel to the whole "distance" fire. It was not exclusively because of Europe but it was a big factor.
Whenever I think about it, worry gives way to excitement and so on... it's this constant battle that I hope I put to rest before September the 13th. I know when I get there it's all going to be good but... man, these two weeks need to go by faster.
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