I got pictures done for my visa application. They wouldn't let me smile. "It's supposed to be like a mug shot," they said. I'll say
This calms me and excites me at the same time. There is so much to think about. Tomorrow I hope to book my ticket. My one-way ticket. Tomorrow I plan to take more things to my dad's house and try to find some corner of the basement to tuck them into until I return.
This is all so scary.