Do you remember when you were a kid, changing to another school? You were bragging to your mother, “I don’t want to”. You tried to convinced her not to put you to another school.
I haven’t feel this sensation for a long time; or at all. There are lots of stuff to be scared about continuing study. What if we forgot our documents? Will our new friends be as polite as we used to? How hard would the lectures be? What if there is a cockroach slips in our suitcase?
Those are just a drop of questions in a vast ocean of my fearful mind. I just started to be a little comfortable living in Jakarta, which took me more than one and a half year.
The next day you went to your new school anyway, facing all the difficulties that you expected.
Moving on is scary, but as Einstein says “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”