Will I?

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I'm in an a bit of a melancholy mood today. Not sad, per say, nor overjoyed. I'm consumed with thoughts of what my life will be like come September, when I'm all packed and living thousands of miles away from my friends and family. This is such a tremendous opportunity, one that I am so excited and grateful for, nevertheless I would be lying if I said that I wasn't a little scared.

I can't help but wonder if things will be as enchanting as I imagine...

Will I make new friends from all over and will we stay out late soaking in each others similarities and differences? Will I enjoy my classes? Will they awaken within me a renewed sense of passion? Will I feel inadequate as an American in Europe? Will I travel as much as I hope to, and walk the streets of Paris, Barcelona, and Rome? Will I meet cute boys who say that I'm 'lovely' and give me proper kisses? Will I fall in love? Will I stay longer than an year? Will I stay forever?

I have no answers to these questions. And for right now... that's ok.

XO, 

London Lisa