Seven days.
Wow. I can't beleive it's only seven days 'til I head out to Minnesota. I haven't finished packing, I haven't said goodbye to everyone, I haven't copied all my backup files to CD...There's so much to do.
It's not like I regret it, though. I mean, there are SOME things I regret, but that's normal. There's a few people I really wanted to see before I left, but I don't think I'll be able to now. I more than likely won't have the time. I hope they don't hate me for it.
I've never made a big descision like this before. Ever. It's a scary thing to me, but I need to do this. I have to get out on my own (or as much 'on my own' as my spineless little self will let me) and experience life. At least with Shanna, I'm safe. I have someone I know and love to live with, so I'm not all alone in a scary new place. That in itself is a great comfort.
But it's when you have about a week before you leave...
That's when the hesitation hits.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared out of my mind at the prospect of moving states away simply because I can. I'm terrified. I'm terrified and my stomach is in knots. I feel like I want to cry because there are so many people that are presently near-by that I haven't told what I need to tell them, and I may not get a real chance to do it face-to-face once I leave. People I love, but have never had the guts to tell them. Family I haven't seen in years that I probably won't see for a few more years to come. Friends in Texas I've yet to meet, loose ends I've yet to tie up, people I've yet to fully make amends with...
I feel sick.
It's not like I regret it, though. I mean, there are SOME things I regret, but that's normal. There's a few people I really wanted to see before I left, but I don't think I'll be able to now. I more than likely won't have the time. I hope they don't hate me for it.
I've never made a big descision like this before. Ever. It's a scary thing to me, but I need to do this. I have to get out on my own (or as much 'on my own' as my spineless little self will let me) and experience life. At least with Shanna, I'm safe. I have someone I know and love to live with, so I'm not all alone in a scary new place. That in itself is a great comfort.
But it's when you have about a week before you leave...
That's when the hesitation hits.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared out of my mind at the prospect of moving states away simply because I can. I'm terrified. I'm terrified and my stomach is in knots. I feel like I want to cry because there are so many people that are presently near-by that I haven't told what I need to tell them, and I may not get a real chance to do it face-to-face once I leave. People I love, but have never had the guts to tell them. Family I haven't seen in years that I probably won't see for a few more years to come. Friends in Texas I've yet to meet, loose ends I've yet to tie up, people I've yet to fully make amends with...
I feel sick.