This isn't over yet
284 days ago I left my home to find another home. 284 days ago I wrote this: “‘Are you ready?’ That's the question I've heard the most the past couple weeks. Well no, I'm not. What exactly does ready mean? I don't think anyone can be ready to say goodbye to their family, their friends, and leave behind the world they love. It's not easy. Even if I had all my bags packed and ready to go, I myself wouldn't be ready. I keep telling people that it doesn't feel real yet, (and it really doesn't), but I don't know if and when it will. I've been waiting for that moment where it suddenly clicks and I'm ready to go, but I've realized that's not going to happen. It's not about being ready, it's about getting out there and taking that risk even if you're not.” Now I’m on the flip side, but it still perfectly explains how I feel. If I hadn’t already published this almost 10 months ago, I would probably post the