Counting down the days

It almost seemed like I would be here forever.
It really felt like my time here would never come to an end, but all things do, someway or another, in time.
I feel...apprehensive, as to what this next chapter in my life holds. I could almost say I'm scared, but even then, that doesn't feel right. Perhaps I'm just in an emotional state, and they're all just jumbled emotions that I can't figure out.

I did it though, I turned my thirty days in.
"About time!", a million voices in my head shout, but theres always the one in the background that protests.
I was scared, frightened, and still am. Will probably be till I finally get where I am going, but it is done.
I cried.
It was sad, I tried not to, I tried to keep a straight face on, tried to hide the emotions churning inside me, but they all came bursting out and fell down my cheeks as liquid crystals. I didn't want to cry when I was going to hand it in...but I did.
I don't know what I'm doing.
But there's a first for everything right? A first for officially moving to another country. And a first for being scared out of your mind of what situation you will find yourself in in that other country.
I am insane.
I know, its crazy, I'm crazy, everything is crazy, and for what? I don't know, other than what the Lord has told me to do. I guess I'll just have to take it one step at a time, otherwise I'll just end up a complete mess.
I'm terrified.
But here I go...