Ready to Run

One week before my journey- seven days. I'm in a well of emotions. Unfortunately, sadness is at the front, followed very closely by excitement. But still, sadness is my main emotion these days. It is difficult to remember that a window is open when you're stuck watching a door close in your face in slow motion. For seven more days. Some of the most incredible people I've met are on this trip. Ones I'm not ready to live without. I think the fear of never seeing some of these people weighs heavily on my mind. That such an impact on my life will only be a freckle, dust in the past, if given the time. Amazing to see how time makes everything minute. And it never stops either. If I could stop time, choose one moment to stop time and keep living, as much as I love everything about this moment, about my life, my friends, etc, I know this wouldn't be the moment I choose to live in. I have so much growing and changing to do. And though I'm sad to leave and scared of what lies ahead, the thought that I'm not ready to stop time just yet, I'm not ready to stop growing and changing propels me forward. Gives me hope. And suddenly I'm feeling something other than sadness, that sadness has suddenly begun changing on its own, into something more tangible. Something more appreciative. I feel gratitude. To my friends, family, country- old and new, to my past, to the present, and to the future. I know I'm ready.