Moving.

I’ve been thinking about this move a lot and my emotions have changed throughout the passing months. First, it was denial. I kept freaking out about every little thing, thinking any minor inconvenience was sign that I was not supposed to make this move. Since then I have moved over to indifference. Every time someone talks to me about leaving I never have much to say.

I’m also really proud. I’ve managed to figure out every aspect of this move by myself. I’ve worked my ass off to pay deposits and interviewed for internships at 3 am because of time differences.

Then comes these really intense moments of doubt. I think about coming home in a year with no job and no sense of direction and that scares me. I think about how it made more sense to just go to school in Chicago for something “practical”, graduate in 2 years and get a job.

I’ve since decided that practical isn’t what I want for my life. When I was trying to decide what to do after college my mom told me “if you’re going to regret something make it a good one”

So that’s what I’m going to do.

I’m going to take this journey across the ocean and make memories that I can talk about forever.

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