Bittersweet tea

I can't really begin to describe my feelings right now. I am excited. I am so excited. It is as if I have drank champagne and the fizzy bubbles are trying to escape. I am weak at the knees from nerves and sadness. I have this feeling that the moment I step off of my bus and have my university in front of me, I am going to fill with regret and remorse. Is it too late to go back?? I want to cry right now thinking about the old buildings, and the quad. Running into friends on my way to class or the library. I'm going to stay positive though. 

It's going to be bittersweet to visit my favourite bookshop and café, walk the trail I use to go to relax or take photos of. 

Maybe I should just go back. 

But I think I should just look forward.