"So," he says, "basically you have a year and a half left in the United States."
Suddenly, my mind starts swirling.
1.5 years.  That's less than Bible school.
That's less than I worked at Target.
That's not long enough.
What if I'm not ready in only 18 months!?!?
My littlest brother won't even have graduated high school yet.
I calm my thoughts by telling him, that no, I have longer.
I mean, you have to factor partnership development in there.
But really, my mind is not matching my words.
1.5 years is not long.
But I guess it's possible.
And it's that possibility that scares me more than anything.