A lot has happened in this last month. My landlord has cashed my checks, I’ve signed the lease and now I’m getting everything in order before the big move which is officially less than a month away. I’ve starting buying basic essentials for my new place like bedclothes, towels and most importantly, winter clothes; let me tell you, shopping for peacoats in the middle of summer in Florida is quite the experience.
Basically, all I have left to do now is wait.
It’s strange, when I first came to the decision to move to Boston I thought the upcoming three months would be the longest of my life. Now, I can hardly believe that I have less than one month left.
I continue to bounce back and forth between unmanageable excitement and extreme anxiety. Okay, well, maybe not extreme but I still am pretty darn nervous. It’s really strange thinking that I’m going to be so far away from my family – my family that I only moved 100 miles from when I went to college. It’s refreshing and daunting and wonderful.
It all makes me feel extraordinarily ineloquent.
In the next couple of weeks I’m going to work on saying my good-byes, including a trip to Disney with my sister and friends, and then it will be time for my dad and I to hit the road.
Unbelievable.
And wicked awesome.
