Sometimes I have moments of doubt about what I’m doing. Am I crazy moving across the world for a year, away from the country I grew up in? The only known thing is that I am going with the people who mean the most to me, who are the only thing I am sure about in my future. But no matter how sure I am, sometimes I have doubts. I picked my college mainly based on what I wanted, but also to be in New York with these same people. It used to be everytime I would go to the city I would get more and more why I wanted and needed to go to school there. When I go now, I sometimes ask myself if I am crazy for wanting this. I have too little time, and too many goodbyes to be thinking about this right now.