It’s getting late but I’m quite sure I won’t be able to sleep.
Tomorrow, if nothing unexpected and overwhelming happens, I shall be leaving Morocco to India for six months.
Right now, my excitement is poised with a warm bath and Mare-Mare’s good vibes. She’s been a dear throughout all the evening. My father can’t stay still. My uncles are being supportive: pep talk, cheering me up and calming my family down.
It’ll be the first time I’ll go out from the kingdom and it’ll be for India.