When it's not even a week left

I can hardly believe it. I’m getting really nervous. It’s crazy, I don’t know what I’m getting myself into. Even though it’s mad I’ll have a great experience. If I survive this I’ll survive anything and anywhere.
Sometimes when I think about it I just feel that I want to leave right away but other times I just feel sad, or not sad I would rather use the word melancholic. I’ve been yearning to travel, it’s been three years since I came back from Montpellier and I really feel it’s time to leave again. I can’t stay to long in one place, I’ve been like that my whole life. They call it ruthlessness, the feeling of not belonging anywhere but still everywhere.
This week I’ve just been saying goodbye to my friends and making the last arrangements. Nothing special at all. My Japanese is still not great if I put it in a nice way. But I know my hiragana and I’m learning some easy grammar.
I’m so excited! I have people waiting for me in Tokyo, contacts I’ve made very recently. How you meet people is one of the most amazing things. Just a few months ago I didn’t know anyone in Tokyo, now I have at least five or seven contacts there!
I’m quite sure I’ll love Tokyo but I wonder if Tokyo will love me?