10 Days and Counting

So its official. I leave in ten days... for England... for a year. Wow... I never thought that I would be doing this. Honestly I thought I would be living in Missouri right now contemplating what to make for dinner. But no, instead I'm trying to figure out how many pairs of underwear I should pack for a year. Crazy huh?

Perhaps I should explain why I'm writing this blog. First and formost I'm writing it because my little sis in my sorority house told me to. Secondly, so I can see where I am/was in my life when I took this huge step. And last but certainly not least to have something to keep me sane JUST IN CASE I freakout once I get over there.

With all that said now I am just counting the days. Counting the number of jeans, shoes, and underwear. And wondering how much of me is going to change once I leave me little safety net of Wenona. Let's face it, over the past 2 years many decisions have been made, many tears have been shed, and many bullheaded decisions have been regretted; but suddenly, I feel as though everything I am leaving behind is slowly fading away. I guess I should be glad since most of what is fading away is already gone. (If you don't understand that sentence don't worry, most wont.) But I think what I'm most afraid of is that all that I have tried to accomplish in the past 5 years of my life will be forgotten as soon as I step on that plane.

And so I'm left worrying about being forgotten and to stop that I'm writing this blog. All in all... I'm scared.