Tomorrow morning, I am going to get on a plane and fly toward my dream of nine years. All day, I've been grinning uncontrollably.

But sitting in my living room, watching my family pack, I felt unease nagging at the corner of my mind, quietly draining my excitement. All I could think of was how it would feel to leave home and not come back.

I don't want to be worried. I am living the dream.

Maybe it's the break-up in the airport. Maybe it's the flying. Maybe it's something I don't even recognize yet.

I wish my mind was quiet.