Note 12/05

11 more days before my departure. I don’t know how I feel. Part of me is excited, part of me is anxious. I mean I’ll be travelling alone again ‘til I meet with Alex. It’s kind of something that doesn’t happen too often.

In half a month I’ll be experiencing independence, but part of that somehow is a little scary. But then this is what I wanted. First Christmas without the family. First Christmas I won’t feel the usual homey routine I’ve been doing for 25 years now I guess. First Christmas with Alex. And this actually brings out the risk-taker in me. There will always be a first time anyway. And I’m happy I’m about to venture into a new experience.

I’m going to miss my family, of course, but I know this’ll be worth it.

Apart from that there is so much yet to prepare. So many things to accomplish before anything else. And my last week here will definitely be busier than usual. Oh well.