I was talking to a friend who'll be leaving for the UK to do a Masters this year and she was telling me how scared she was about quitting her job and going over to an incredibly expensive country and basically, almost starting over.

When I was 18 and going off to London, I don't think I was scared at all. I wasn't upset that I'd be leaving my family and friends behind. But now, 7 years on, contemplating that same option, after having been financially independent for 3 years now, I have to admit that going to London without a job scares me s***less.

Granted, circumstances were different back then. My brother was also in the UK and so were quite a few good friends... but when did I start getting so scared of life? Why is it that when we were younger and more foolish, we found that we could hurl ourselves into any situation without second thoughts?