On the first night of the new year, everything seemed to zoom in on my life really fast, and it became increasingly apparent that I was going home in 3 months. I suddenly broke down and started crying, telling my Dad that I was not ready to go home, I pleaded him for us to cancel the trip and go when the time was right. But he refused and simply stated we were going no matter what the circumstances. Ready or not ready. I will never forget that night. And I will probably laugh at this moment when I return home. But for right now, all that I need to do is prepare. Physically, mentally, and above all... emotionally, for it has not been an easy preparation so far, and nor, I assume will the journey. But it will be something I will never forget. Never.