the beginning of the end

Well, here we are. Another summer gone and school right around the corner.

As of right now, four of my closest friends are gone, gone, gone. Two are staying here; the third is due out before I leave, and then I'm off to Savannah. I've gotten some shopping done. I still need to clean my room and sift through my wealth of sometimes-useful, almost always-crap stuff and find out what I need to survive 9 weeks of art & socializing away from home.

I won't lie; I'm kind of scared shitless. It's a love-hate relationship. On the one hand, I'm starting a new chapter in the book of my life. I'm experiencing new things. I'm getting an education. (I'll also be within an hour's drive of the beach.) On the other, I'm leaving behind my family, my friends, and everything I've known intimately for the past 12 years. I'm stranding myself in a world of unpredictability, where the only people I want to hold my hand are a long-distance phone call away.

Am I ready? Who knows. I think a better question is "Can I adapt to this fantastically new and utterly terrifying change of pace?". I certainly hope so. The last thing I want to do is dive head first into a pool of newness to find out that I can't swim without those little arm-floaties.

Good bye Chatham; Hello world!