Do you ever get somewhere knowing that this is where you’re supposed to be, as if it was written on your itinerary, but then still feel like something is amiss? So you just try to relax thinking that, “well, if it’s on the schedule, then I must be in the right place.” But you still feel like you’re supposed to pack up all of your stuff and get the hell out as soon as you can?
I don’t feel like I’m supposed to be here, but I’ll stay and make the most of it because that’s what it says I’m supposed to do. Maybe I will stay here forever. Maybe it’s just nerves. Maybe I’m just not used to being in one place anymore and feel the constant need to keep moving. Maybe something strange is going to happen. Maybe I will just continue to throw myself into creative study and opportunities because something magical will happen afterward. It still feels weird, though.