This was it. In about 5 hours I will be leaving this house, this town, the people in it, my family, and the country.
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I couldn't sleep. My excitement was overpowering, it was radiating off of me and bouncing on the walls in my room. Right now I sit on my floor looking at all my pictures. Contemplating if I really believe I'm gonna leave. My stuff is packed, my ticket bought, the hotel booked. I was set. Yet I sit here and look at the photos of my life, scattered yet organised, on my walls and think I shouldn't leave, that I can't leave. My mind is pacing and shouting at me to stay, that I'm to young to leave and "experience" a different part of the world. But my heart, wow my heart is just overly excited and is celebrating that I'm finally fulfilling a dream of mine. I'm trembling and tears fill my eyes as I'm worried I might make the wrong decision, but in that moment I realize, even thought it's 1 in the morning and my mind is a little loopy, I come to the conclusion that traveling to this different part of the world is where I belong, it's where I am needed. I'm going to wake up in a couple hours and I'm going to go to the airport and I'm gonna get on that plane and that plane will take me to my home, to my new life, to where I belong. To Australia.
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Adventure
Teen Fiction[ad-ven-cher] noun 1. an exciting or very unusual experience. October, or Toby, is ready for her adventure. She leaves her slightly dysfunctional home in the states, for Australia. There she pursues her love for photography. While also finding love...
