It's a place I knew would come eventually, I just find myself overwhelmed that this is the day "It" has arrived.
I am caught, somewhere between being pleased as could be, and bitter-sweetness that the day has actually arrived.
It's all good, trust me. Just me being me.
Probably because my dad never knew what this day felt like for himself.
Yeah, it's all good.
I'm just going to enjoy it a bit, not rush on ahead.
Don't mind me.