Is it strange that I’m just waiting for the real sadness to hit? I don’t feel abnormally sad like how I expected to react to this situation, and that actually scares me a lot because I feel like it’ll hit me like a cannonball later, all at once.

Or there’s that other option that my past experiences have made me stronger and prepared me to handle this really well.

I’d like to think it’s the latter.

I have learned to accept why things happened as they did and have buried the past where it belongs. For once, I’m not crying over the past but instead contemplating my future, and not only am I thinking about it, but I’m actually getting really excited for whatever may be in store for me.

It may be too soon to tell, but if this is as worse as it gets then I am super freaking proud of myself.