As I sit here, packing the rest of my stuff, I have a feeling of déjà vu. Almost two years ago, I was doing the exact same thing, at the exact same place. Packing for Korea, and getting ready to leave everything behind. I was terrified.
This time it feels different. I know what to expect, and it's a decision I made on my own. I'm a little bit sad, a little bit heartbroken, and a little bit nauseous. However, I feel quite calm and peaceful, knowing this is the best thing for me, right now. Living my dream, living my Lost in Translation fantasy.
My friends and family have been so amazing and supportive. My last day in Montreal was spent eating brunch at my favourite café, in my pajamas, and walking around aimlessly in my neighbourhood. Taking in the sights, but knowing everything will still be there, waiting for me, when I come back.
Off to a long, long flight, and very little sleep.