Where did the semester go? It seems like just yesterday I was rolling my suitcase through LaGuardia, headed back to NYU campus to start my sophomore year of college. And now here we are, two weeks away from the end of fall semester, and stress is high while motivation is at an all-time low. But to top it all off, the reminder that I'm moving out after finals to start a brand new chapter of my life, is very present and all the more daunting.

I used to think I was completely alone in my fears about leaving. My fellow peers who are also going abroad seemed nothing but ecstatic for a change of pace. Meanwhile, all I was feeling was anxiety. I asked many upperclassmen about their experiences studying away, in a desperate attempt to ease my nerves. All spoke highly of their experiences, but admitted that the initial transition was difficult. Unfortunately, that was the only detail I could focus on.

This is not going to be me sharing how I had some revelation that going abroad really isn't that big of a deal. Because it is. Instead, this is me telling you how I came to accept that my life is about to change and how I plan to approach my last few weeks in New York. Hopefully, with a smile.