For nearly a year, I have known about the journey. I knew I was going to Oxford and that I would be forced to leave behind my home, family, and friends; However, now, it looms before me, ominous and inadvertent.
Continuously, I have been asked, "Are you excited?" or "Are you scared?," and until now, I could have stoically answered , "yes." But my answers were wrote. I was merely repeating the answers I knew I was expected to give. Now, I am truly consumed by both of these emotions. I am both petrified and thrilled by the greatest opportunities which has been presented to me, thus far.
I can't wait to step out of my house and into the air. The sky is the limit for the next 6 months, and I plan to make the most of them. I can't wait to sit in the places that Lewis and Tolkien sat and to walk in the self-same paths they trod. To stare at the awe-inspiring sites that have graced the eyes and imaginations of so many thousands before me.
I am ready to embrace what life will deal me--I am ready to learn!
