Am I posting?
Yes, yes I suppose I am. However, this week is hardly introspective. Too much to do and time has risen from a creep to a full gallop. Eight days, folks. Six until I leave home. Home.
So, here's to being scared -- I don't admit to this much in my daily babble. At home, I can't. My mom already doesn't think I should go. She actually told me one day I wasn't strong enough to handle it. With friends, I guess I'm just more into having fun right now and enjoying one another since I won't see them for a while. And lots of acquaintances and perfect strangers: I tell them what they want to hear. Sometimes, I even believe it.
I am not afraid of living far from home, being alone, making friends. I don't much mind struggling my way through another language and adjusting to another culture. I don't think I'll starve to death, freeze to death or fall off a cliff. What I'm really, really afraid of, is ...
What if I'm not any good at this?
You might think I'm good at a lot of things, but the truth behind that is: I don't do things I'm not good at. Who here has seen me bowling? No one! And without being sure what my job will entail (likely not knocking pins down with a heavy ball, but still), how can I be sure I'm up to it? No se'.
So, here's to being scared -- I don't admit to this much in my daily babble. At home, I can't. My mom already doesn't think I should go. She actually told me one day I wasn't strong enough to handle it. With friends, I guess I'm just more into having fun right now and enjoying one another since I won't see them for a while. And lots of acquaintances and perfect strangers: I tell them what they want to hear. Sometimes, I even believe it.
I am not afraid of living far from home, being alone, making friends. I don't much mind struggling my way through another language and adjusting to another culture. I don't think I'll starve to death, freeze to death or fall off a cliff. What I'm really, really afraid of, is ...
What if I'm not any good at this?
You might think I'm good at a lot of things, but the truth behind that is: I don't do things I'm not good at. Who here has seen me bowling? No one! And without being sure what my job will entail (likely not knocking pins down with a heavy ball, but still), how can I be sure I'm up to it? No se'.