One more night.

One more night until uni and I'm half packed, calm and it still feels quite surreal. I'm not sad about leaving home really just apprehensive about all the unknowns. Will the hall work out? Will I make good friends? Will the course be too challenging? etc. etc. etc. We are good at pretending we have it all together when really our insides are going at 100 miles a minute trying to figure things out, but thats ok it's better than not feeling at all. So I'm all poised at the end of the metaphorical diving board, about to jump in.