I have always seen life as an adventure and took it fearlessly. Every new town I entered was a new life. Even when I left for college I was out the door before my mom was even dressed! Bottom line, I've always been eager to see new things and go places.
This new trip is different. I've been anxious, irritable, emotional and kind of clingy; which is 3:4 odd. I can truthfully say, I am scared, horrified, terrified, all of the above. I blew up at my boyfriend over one thing, but it was truly the fear coming out. I ended up exploding into tears and crying for the next 20 minutes or so. But leave it to Drew, the love of my life to calm me down. He reminded me that I'd probably get over the fear as soon as I pulled into town and as soon as I started work... He's usually right, about 90% of the time (and this time, I'm not mad about it).
I'm not a kid anymore. The grown up I have always wanted to be is now being called to the stage. It's going to be a little challenging and confusing at first, but I think Zak and I will manage alright.
Have to fold all my laundry and pack it and then load the car in the morning. Leaving in the afternoon. I hope the butterflies don't flutter out of me!
