Yesterday I paid off my final college tuition bill. I handed in my two-weeks notice last week. I am packing up a life's worth of objects and memories and heading out west. I am moving to a city larger then I have ever lived in, in a climate that is quite foreign to me, without a place to live, a job to report to or a single soul I know. Rather, I will establish all of that when I get there. Begin to built from the ground up, start from scratch; independently. Apparently this is part of growing up; becoming an "adult."

I am so afraid.