1 week to go

As I sit on Wellingtons ''s waterfront in New Zealand 1 week exactly before departing for Europe by myself, eating baklava, drinking gingerbread and indulging; I can't help but already miss the friends I will be leaving, the job I enjoy and the places with which I am familiar.
Yes, I have been away for extended periods before, months even, but never with the trepidation and apprahension with which I am currently held with. The places I will go, the things I will see and the people I will meet are but a distant notch in my mind. I am excited yet scared, longing but wary, and a little bit wishing it wasn't so soon or for so long.Read more