No matter how wonderful, change never comes easily to me. Every now and then the excitement subsides and uncertainty creeps in. I ask myself, what the hell am I doing?

Moving to a country where I don’t speak the language…

With a boy that I love dearly, but haven’t spent more than two weeks at a time with in two and a half years…

Pursuing a job that I have absolutely no experience in…

What direction is my life headed? Backward. To the side. Somehow forward.

A wave of panic crashes into me like a tsunami.

I take a deep breathe. Exhale. And remember what a good best friend once told me: the end is not nearly as important as the road that got you there.