1 week, 7 days, 168 hours, 10080 minutes, 604800 seconds later,i should be on plane flying at that very moment to start off another chapter of my life. i should feel happy and all excited mainly because England is one of the country that i have soft spot for ever since i was a kid. but right now all i’m feeling is worrying if i can adapt to the life there, there’s just so much to be worried off and i’m starting to have difficulty to sleep at night. I think i will have a sleepless night on the day before i depart.
