And so the time has come. Tomorrow morning is my departure. Everyone keeps asking if I'm excited and I can't seem to find the appropriate answer. I am excited. I'm not excited. I'm happy. I'm sad. I'm confident. I'm nervous.
There's a lot ahead of me waiting in New Hampshire. There's also a lot behind me, here in Charlotte, impatiently awaiting my return. I can't seem to wrap my mind around the time that I'll be gone. Maybe in time.... I'll grasp the time.... or maybe the summer will fly by and I'll have no idea what happened.
Packing always leaves me feeling confused. I am now left wondering how I got all this stuff up here from Tampa anyways. Even using space bags for my clothes, I still seem to have little to no room. I just don't understand the physics of all this. :p
I'm musically preparing myself for time without the internet. Pre-ordered albums will have to wait my return to civilization before I can download them.
-----And now it's the day I leave------
The pain of leaving always sinks in the morning I wake up. Having to get up and leave the bed, where my cousin was sleeping, and walk past my other two cousins was a little painful. All that fear that I knew I had but couldn't feel... I feel it now.
I'm traveling to places I've never been before and meeting people I've never seen to drive 2 hours from Boston to Holderness (a.k.a. Center Sandwich :p). Then I move in to a cabin with 4 strangers and any guests they may have staying at the cabin currently.
I'm excited, but I'm scared. Traveling alone always makes me cry, especially when I'm leaving everything I know behind. I'll just spend the rest of my 10 hour travel day fighting the tears.
I'm not even packed completely, yet. I should probably get going since I have to leave in an hour. :/
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