Only a few days left. Only
seven days to leave. In a week, I'll be flying over the Atlantic. San Francisco, here I come.
Scared? Yes.
Excited? Sure.
Impatient? Probably.
I am aware that this is going to be a great adventure. I know it's a fantastic opportunity. But I am leaving. I mean no more home made delicious food prepared with love. No more kisses good night. No more pretending to be sick. No more maternal hugs. No more half hugs from dad. No more horror movie nights with mum. No more fighting with brother. No more opening the fridge and stare at him at night. No more belgian rain. No more metro rides. No more cat fur over my shirts. No more clean, yummy smelling and ironed clothes. No more random shopping with mom. No more dinners with the girls. No more sushi nights with boyfriend. No more getting money for the movies. No more car rides. No more, no more, no more.
I am going to miss you mom, daddy, brother, sister, boyfriend, friends. I am going to miss you all so much. Too much. So much I'll cry at night. So much my heart will ache. So much I don't know what I'll do.
