It's about to happen.
My flight's in six hours, and I'm going to be making my way to the airport now. My family thinks I'm off to meet some friends. I'm bringing my laptop, some favorite books of mine, and my iPod. I hear them in the background, talking about what to cook for dinner tonight.
The last few days have been really hard on me. There were moments when I wanted to cry, but nothing came out. I got hardly any sleep last night. Every smile I saw - on my mother's face, on my father's and grandmother's - had the effect of making me feel like someone was stabbing me in the heart with a dagger. But I have to do it, for me.
Many of you have given me support during the last few weeks to make this happen. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I've dreamed of this moment for about five years. It's taken five long years, of many detours, moments of self-doubt and fuck-ups before I finally came to the moment where I set foot out of the house and forge my own path.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to break down at some point over the next few days. I'm sad. I'm scared. I'm worried. But I'm also excited in anticipation of where this new adventure may lead me.
Growing up isn't about losing innocence - it's about learning how to keep it in a cold and unforgiving world.