I don’t think it fully hit me until I said goodbye to my parents and sister at Schiphol. Walking away from them, toward the gates and security, something shifted. Between the noise, the early morning, the last hug, and the “be safe,” it suddenly clicked: holy shit… what am I actually doing? Not for a holiday. Not for a weekend. But six months. Six months felt serious. Especially for university. This wasn’t a small adventure anymore. This was real life, just somewhere else, wi