It’s Friday evening and I’m heading to my room to study math. I am so afraid of failure that I am willing to give up a weekend night. Hopefully I will actually get some work done.

This week was crazy - busy and emotional. I feel…different? I feel strange. Like something is going to happen.

Sometimes before a big change in my life, I get this out-of-control feeling in my body. But usually I know why I feel that way - this time, there doesn’t seem to be any reason. Unless my body knows something I don’t.

Not something bad, necessarily, just something. 

Tonight, there are many places I wish I was. Really really badly. 

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