It's all coming together

I'm understanding that i'm freaking out too much. I'm worrying and over-analyzing everything. I have enough money to go where I want, to do what I want, and to get me off the ground. Getting a job wont be as complicated as I imagined, and even if it is, i'll travel until I find somewhere right. Montreal? Bc? Cuba? Does it really matter? I only have to suffer for a few more months. I got my fingers crossed, i'll say 18.