It has been decided. I'll be leaving on December. I won't even be around to celebrate Christmas with my family just like how I used to. I'll be packing my bags and head to a place I've longed for such a long time. At first it was exciting. But as the days pass, I grew anxious, nervous and I panic. Not because I don't want to go. I just don't have any idea of what's in store for me.
I know he'll be there to support and guide to my new life. But... but... I've never been so far away from my family for so long.
the heck. I'm just paranoid.