I'm leaving again.
Not sure how many books I should take with me. Not sure how many winter coats. Not sure how many sweaters. This time I'm going way further than before, a 14 hour train ride from my hometown. And I'm nervous.
I replied to my 8 penpal letters instead of packing. I don't really want to pack *sigh*
I still don't know where I'm going to live. This is a bit stressful. I'd like it to be a nice place, with light and warmth and nice people. I'd like that.