What Have I Done?

What have I done?
That’s a thought that I have a lot lately. Why the fuck did I apply for an internship abroad? The weeks are going so fast that I can hardly keep track of everything. It’s a mess sometimes combining school assignments with holidays and other stuff that needs to be arranged before I move to Berlin.
But the more time I spend home, the more I figure that it’s going to be a hard-knocked life alone.
Who is going to do my laundry? Who is going to cool decently for me? I’ll just make my new roommate, who I’ve never spoken to up till now, take care of me.
I think that all these crazy thoughts are quite normal. I’m used to go home every Friday and it’s going to be tough knowing that I can’t do that anymore. But I’ll manage.
I’m looking forward to it, but I’m still scared as fuck. But I’ll just keep telling myself that everything is going to be okay and that I’ll manage to work with the laundry machine.
My dad is pretty proud that I’m going to live abroad all by my self for a couple of months. He says that it is going to make me more mature. Well, let’s hope so.