For the last few months all I’ve talked about is how excited I’ve been to move across the world and start a brand new adventure. The day I’ve been counting down to has finally arrived and I’m not quite sure how to handle all the emotions I’m feeling right now. The past few days have been very hard for me and I honestly didn’t expect that. It took hours of packing (or friends yelling at my ridiculous packing), crying, having my last home-cooked meal, and saying goodbye to everyone I love, to realize that my life is about to change forever. In less than 12 hours I’ll be on a plane headed to Shanghai then Nanjing where I’ll be living for the next 13 months. I have no idea what will be in store for me when I get there, and that’s whats so exciting, but also terrifying, about this whole thing.