The feeling of knowing that you are leaving for a whole year is very strange.
I started packing last night and realised that 20kg is NOTHING! I mean I only have basics in and it feels like my bag weighs a ton …now I know how my dad felt all these years when we would go away for the weekend and I would pack for a year. Now I’m leaving for a year and I only have space to pack for a week!
Being scared out of your mind while being so excited leads to tears while smiling. I sit here now searching for words to try and make people understand what this feels like , you feel like your smile is going to burst out of your ears because that’s how happy and lucky you are to be able to do this. On the other side you feel like your heart is breaking in two because you are leaving your friends, your family, your country , your language. And then you feel stupid for feeling like that because people would kill for the opportunity you now have.
I just know I am going to make the best of this opportunity no matter how hard it will be, I will push through because this is going to make me a better person with knowledge of the world.
I only have 6 days left in South Africa and I’m spending it with my family, my friends, in school and eating steak, pap and cheese.
Almost time to say goodbye and go out into this big world on my own for a year