I'm moving, again, tomorrow! Nothing is packed. My application is not done (but it's getting ever so much closer!). It's raining. I don't know if my little car will make another trip. I have no job. No friends. But I'm moving. Tomorrow. Boo. Yah.
This move should have been easier than my cross-country hiatus, but it wasn't. I knew I was supposed to leave Utah and that it was supposed to happen in an expedient fashion. So I did it. It wasn't me being overly in tune with anything or being brave, it was just me doing what I knew had to be done. That's it.
The move to Columbus has always been a bit of a question mark in my mind. Home has been comforting as I recharged after a hasty few months of making major life decisions. I've read, relaxed, traveled, sketched, written, cleaned, ate, talked, listened, watched movies, helped my family, and helped myself. It was easy to grow complacent and avoid the Great Unknown. Not anymore. It's time to jump into my new life, whatever it may be. A new license, a new school, a new start.