Next Monday I pack all of my belongings up into a car with my brother and his girlfriend and our pets and we leave my home town for at the very least a year. The past seven months have been so healthy for me, and revitalizing after an awful awful relationship I was trapped in for two years. It didn’t hit me until now that this is really happening. I’ll be leaving a great job for the hope of a new one, I’ll be leaving behind childhood friends and family and all of my support system. I keep catching myself getting incredibly somber and worried about this new adventure. I’m excessively skilled in the service industry, so finding a job won’t be hard. But whenever I fell on hard times before I had a safety net... And now I feel like I’m stepping onto a new tight rope over a canyon knowing full well that there isn’t a net below me this time. I know that this is for my own good, and I need to grow. I’m setting goals, and realistic ideas of who I want to mold myself into while I’m away from all of these distractions. I’m having such a hard time saying goodbye to everyone. I guess I really just needed to write out how I really feel. I keep telling everyone I’m stoked, but it wasn’t real until now and I’m honestly fucking terrified.