It's go time.
I'm moving to Dublin on September 22nd. I plan on being gone for a year. I have my plane tickets, travel insurance and working visa all paid for.
I'm packing up my little basement suite and moving back in with the parents on Saturday. Then three weeks later, I'll pack up enough to fit in a large suitcase and a small carry-on before I leave this country. For a year.... unless I love it over there, and then who knows?? Maybe I'll never come back.
I've got to figure out banking details, I've got to find a job and a place to live once I get there. I've got to navigate a foreign city all by myself, mind you, with the help from the SWAP/USIT agency that's helping me organize this.
Each second to the next, I go from being excited to terrified to anxious, so unbearably sad and worried. Rinse and repeat.
It'll be fine, It'll be fine, It'll be fine, this is the opportunity of a lifetime.
It'll be fine, I'll be fine. I'm going to love it over there, right? I don't know what to think anymore.