Countdown.

I was loved.

Now I'm trying to find what that meant. What it means now. And how to turn a life into past-tense. When frankly, I don't know what I'm doing.

But I hope I will, and I hope travel will change that.

There are less than three weeks until I leave for Kyiv for the summer. I'll be going somewhere where the biggest challenge isn't getting out of bed or putting on my "I'm happy, I'm fine" face, but speaking on a basic level of communication to get by. I'm looking forward to that challenge, because it's something totally different than what the past four months have been. And it means that I'll be pushed out of my comfort zone. And that I'll want to get out of bed in the morning, rush out the door and look at the Dnipro, Pecherska Lavra, St. Sophia's Cathedral, Maidan Square.

To me, to Ukraine, Kyiv will bring change.

Finals are over in less than a week and I can start focussing on leaving this term, this year so far and starting fresh in Kyiv.

And I can work on being happy and loving myself again. Here's to those changes and a fresh start.