Feeling lonely.

I'm sitting here at the Hilton at Logan Airport in Boston, Massachusetts, and I have never felt this alone. Ever.

Today I said goodbye to my girlfriend, my mum, my step-dad Tim, the house in new Hampshire and the two puppies. It was rough at times, tears mixed with dread and nerves, but it was far more comfortable than the loneliness, the isolation, that I'm sitting in now. I have left those that love me and I won't see them for two years.

I was talking to my brother a minute ago, telling him what I was feeling, and I wanted to compare the current situation with my first moments at college. There are similarities, but this loneliness, this alienation is far more intense, or perhaps more pure. At U.M.F. I was immediately surrounded by other freshmen in a locale that would be my home. Today, I am swimming in a sea of strangers, sitting in a room I may never return to after tomorrow's early morning. There is something very, very strange about this.

And yet, despite the strangeness, despite the nerves and the lurking uncertainty, I am ridiculously excited. This is my adventure. I've worked towards this departure for 15 months and now I am faced with the granting of my wishes. I am very stoked.