I had one of those "Oh Sh*t" moments.
You know when you realize what you are about to do and you're half terrified and half so pumped to do it? Yeah.
I dropped my brother off at the airport and thought "this is the last time I'm gonna see him for two years." Which just made my mind ramble into all the other last things I'll get to do before I leave.
And then, I pretty much hyperventilated.
What if I threw a party and no one came? What if I hated it there? What if people don't remember me? What if everything is so foreign when I return?
A quick phone call to Ang that went pretty much like "Are you f-ing kidding me?!?! Snap out of it! Of course it won't be horrible"
And then I remembered that I'm also excited. Yeah, there's stuff I can't do, but there is so much other stuff that I could do there. (Like becoming an amazing surfer, using a machete, getting a sweet tan, living in a rainforest.....oh and helping people too)
So I snapped out of it and for now I'm just being. Living in the moment and enjoying it for all it's worth.