I have been thinking about my departure for the past month. Until the day September has arrived, I knew that I wouldn't want to spend a milli-second frowning when I'm with Rob. I did not want depression to take over. I rather spend every second wisely than to spend it thinking about my departure.
I make it sound like it's some horrible thing to study abroad. The experience will doubtlessly be great. I'm simply not as excited as people expect me to be.
