Europe

Accepted to the dig in Italy. Accepted. Funny how that one word can change your life.
I leave soon, in barely over a month I am away, flying over countries and seas to Italy. To Europe. Mysterious, dangerous, beautiful Europe. I'm terrified, I'm elated.
This is the bravest thing I've ever done, and I'm doing it alone.

I feel like I am accomplishing things finally, my limbo has an end in sight, this waiting, numbly going through each day is almost over.
 In the past few weeks I passed my full driver's licence, I graduated the best university in my country (although that isn't saying too much) with a degree, and now this.

I don't know where I am going, what I'll do, where I will be a year from now. All I know is I want to immerse myself in Europe, in the culture, the history, the food, the language. I want to forget myself and be completely free, be whoever I want to be.
I truly feel like the world is mine in this instant, and the line from J.R.R. Tolkien keeps going around and around my head and I take heart from it;

Not all those who wander are lost.