My time is now...

I want to go so badly. So badly that it hurts. 

It hurts to a point that thinking about not being able to go makes me cry.

Thinking about maybe getting the chance to go makes me cry.

I feel like my time is now.

Not next year.

Not the year after.

Now.

I have so many things I want and need to do.

This is one of them.

And it will happen.

I will make sure of it.