Even though I’m still in the stage of planing, and I’m one hundred percent sure this is what I want, it scares me. Getting rid of everything that’s tying me down, quitting my job, leave Sweden, it scares me. I have so many thoughts and wonders. Will I succeed? Will I go broke within a month and be back at my parents place? And should I really get rid of everything, or should I keep it in storage somewhere? What should I get rid of and what should I save?
All the questions, most times it’s part of what’s exciting about the future. But sometimes, especially late at night, just before I fall asleep, I’m scares that all those people that’s saying my dream is impossible is right. What if I can’t do it? What if I get stuck here, in Sweden, always planning for a future that will never be the now? What if I’ll always dream my life instead of living my dream? What if I grow old full of regrets?