You know that jittery yet excited feeling you have before you start a new day at a new school/workplace and so on? I used to hate that feeling. The feeling of not being able to sleep the night before. The feeling of counting down the days before D-Day itself and trying to stretch time as much as remotely possible.
But then I realised that these feelings are mostly of me growing up and experiencing new things while I still can. How many more times will I get to feel nervous and yet anticipate a new semester? Just one. For uni. And that’s it. I need to embrace this, the feeling of being able to even groan at the thought of going back to school again – because I won’t be able to feel it for much longer.