I just received my housing information for my time in Morocco, and I will be staying with a family! I’ll also be living with another girl who is studying from the US. I am so excited, for all of this. I am one step closer to going to Morocco. Just 14 more days.
Fourteen more days.
On September 1, I will be driving to the airport, checking in, going through security, waiting in the terminal, and boarding the plane. Looking down on the airport, the tiny cars, the buildings, the city, and saying see you later to the US. For three months and fourteen days I will be in Morocco, and for three weeks after that I will possibly be in another country.
I am beyond thrilled, so elated and excited, and so grateful for this.
But I am also sad and scared.
What the heck?
Sad?? Why on earth should I be sad?
It’s because of change.
Everything is going by so fast, moving so quickly.
My life feels like it’s a big room, filled with lots of things, and now there’s suddenly a great wind that’s come in and sweeping everything away, lifting everything up from where they were.
Change is scary, and, for me, it’s a bit sad. All the things in my life—my friends, my family, the places I am familiar with—all of those things, though they will always be here, won’t quite be the same. Everything is now a memory.
Or maybe, the thing I’m sad and scared about, is that I will change.
I’ll come back, and maybe I won’t see things as I once did before I left. Maybe the things, the people and places, that once felt familiar and comforting, won’t feel those ways to me anymore.
But, despite how I feel about it, I will embrace change.
I will welcome it with open arms, an open mind, and an open heart.
I am ready.
I can do this.