19.
hours to go. I honestly am having mixed feelings about leaving. Yes, I'm excited. But my sadness beats everything else. Had a kenduri yesterday and most of my family came. After all the chats and laughter, I realised that this is the last time I'll see them for a while. If I miss anyone, I can't just start my car and drive to see them. I've packed. And repacked. I guess I'm a little paranoid. Bismillah. May Allah ease this journey.