At the Door

Two days till the start of work, a brand new stage of my life.
Not so ready.

I'm standing at the door, peeking through the keyhole, seeing if I can get a taste of what the world's like.
I'm looking back at the path that I've traveled, gathering my past memories and trying to put it in a save, where I can take it out whenever I need it. IF I still hold the key.

The past is yet to be organized, the future is yet to be explored.
Am I ready, to step into that door?