Reality is just beginning to set in. I am about to leave Australia with just a suitcase and move to Italy. I don't speak Italian. am not a teacher, although I will be working as one. It's going to be hard. I am not going to pretend it wont be. But anything worth doing is hard (that's what she said). I feel extatic and anxious. Terrified in an amazing way. I can't wait to see how I deal with all the challenges, if I have the capacity to handle it. I want to use the time to test myself as a writer. To see if I can actually write, or if it's just a glamorous ideal that I have for myself.