Throughout the night, I have traded off between resolve, trepidation, depression, optimism, and a spectrum of feeling I can't entirely classify. It's very surreal knowing that I'm leaving home tomorrow and will never return to being home in the same way I define it now. Perhaps in my future I will find an equally satisfying version of "home". But in the end, I don't really know.

I stand on the very edge, peering down as the rough waters so very far below. Behind me, a rocky face which has always been steady trembles quietly in the oncoming tides of change. Soon enough, I will be plunging toward those unknown water. I guess we'll see whether I sink or swim.