Tomorrow is gonna be the big day.
The day I've been waiting for since months, almost a whole year. The day my plane from Frankfurt to Belgrade will finally depart.
And you know what?
I don't even know if I'm excited. I literally don't feel anything, it's like I'm waking up tomorrow in the same bed I'm gonna sleep in next night and nothing interesting will happen in the meantime, everything will be exactly as usual.
But then I think about how I thought about ordering a pretty dress online and then realizing I won't be in the country when it arrives.
I think about how my wallet is filled with dinar and not with euro bills.
And I think about how I almost typed novcanik instead of wallet now.
Serbia is so close.
But to me, it's still not feeling real and I feel more like going nowhere at all or on a one week vacay to Montenegro. Also, school basically doesn't exist for me anymore, everything feels weird, my friends are going to school and telling me stories and I'm just sitting there trying to cram my whole little universe into a suitcase and two bags.
Anyway. My last week here in Germany has been amazing, I got to spend time with many of my loved ones and I'm insanely thankful for that.
Plus, my mom made me a really cute photo album with a cheetah patterned cover because I like that, my best friend also made me one with Sonny Moore instead of animal print on it and someone really special gave me his shirt and two sweaters and they're like so perfect almost as perfect as him ONE OF EM EVEN HAS AN ANCHOR ON IT. And he gave me licorice. I'm gonna miss licorice.
Y'all, I just want it to be tomorrow. I wanna feel something. I wanna know how it feels to turn from hopee to awayee. How it feels to have a home away from home. I want to live all those stories I've been reading in other exchange students' blogs.
