I'm leaving and I'm going.

I finally made up my mind and booked a ticket to Saint Peterburg!
Even though this only thing I've done to make it happen was to pay
the agent money and they will arrange the rest for me, I still feel it was
like in a dream. Is this the thing I've wanted for these years? Is this what
I really deserve I've wondered these years?
Yet I'm going, that's the only truth. Another interesting truth is only through
experiencing it will I find out the answer.