The day has come. I am packing my meaningful shit and bidding my final farewells. Tomorrow I will begin my journey across the country.
I'm feeling a weird mix of things. First and foremost is an overwhelming readiness to get the fuck out of this town and finally begin a new chapter in my life. New friends, new place, new opportunities. But there is more than a twinge of trepidation. I've gone away before so I know what to expect as far as settling in, making friends, and being away from home, but I can't escape the fact that I've ended up back here once before. I know I have learned and matured as a result but the question I am grappling with is whether I have learned and matured enough to put things into practice and not do it again. It is all up to me and only time will tell.