hitting the road again
Tomorrow my mom is driving down and we're leaving early morning for Asheville, North Carolina to visit my sister. I hadn't realized that it was going to be a 2-day journey. We're stopping at a hotel in Virginia.
It's pretty obvious to me that the point of the trip is to sell me on Asheville. My mom keeps asking me about where I'd like to live after graduation. I've bitched about New England weather enough that it's obvious to everyone that I'm heading for warmer (and more constant) climes as soon as I can.
My mom just wants my sister and I to live near each other. When I briefly mentioned the possibility of California, she instantly refused (as if it is her decision to make) saying that she can't afford to have her two daughters on opposite sides of the continent. Good thing I haven't brought up New Zealand...
There's something both terribly frightening and thrilling about the idea of moving myself several states away. When I went to school in NY, it felt like a nice fresh start. But I could still 'go home' to NH and see my friends in the Boston area. My friendships here are so terribly important to me.
And I don't want to be constantly thinking about leaving. That will only stop me from making new friendships/relationships.
*sigh*
God, no wonder I get cranky and snap that I have two years to think about it. There's something comforting about that span of time.
I'm gonna go do dishes so I don't have to think about this stuff anymore.
It's pretty obvious to me that the point of the trip is to sell me on Asheville. My mom keeps asking me about where I'd like to live after graduation. I've bitched about New England weather enough that it's obvious to everyone that I'm heading for warmer (and more constant) climes as soon as I can.
My mom just wants my sister and I to live near each other. When I briefly mentioned the possibility of California, she instantly refused (as if it is her decision to make) saying that she can't afford to have her two daughters on opposite sides of the continent. Good thing I haven't brought up New Zealand...
There's something both terribly frightening and thrilling about the idea of moving myself several states away. When I went to school in NY, it felt like a nice fresh start. But I could still 'go home' to NH and see my friends in the Boston area. My friendships here are so terribly important to me.
And I don't want to be constantly thinking about leaving. That will only stop me from making new friendships/relationships.
*sigh*
God, no wonder I get cranky and snap that I have two years to think about it. There's something comforting about that span of time.
I'm gonna go do dishes so I don't have to think about this stuff anymore.