I realize I haven’t put anything original on here in a while, which is fine. It’s Tumblr. I don’t have to be original. I just have to be able to find things I like and pass them on to survive in this medium. But I can honestly say it’s been a couple weeks since I really composed anything worthwhile, and now’s as good a time as any.
Next Thursday, I’ll move to Boston and a few days after that, I’ll start graduate school. Those facts, which present themselves more often these days, make me have mini panic attacks. As worldly as a person as I think myself to be, I’ve really only lived in one state in my life. As independent as I’d like to be, I’ve never lived more than 45 minutes away from my family. Most of my friends are here in Georgia. I’ve never made the big leap we all have to make in our lives until now, and it scares me to death.
Knowing all that, there’s a bigger issue: my relationship. Every one of my friends has mentioned the irony of me meeting the girl of my dreams two months before I move 1,000 miles away, and it’s not lost on me. The last 2+ months, on a personal level, have been among the best of my life, and we don’t want it to end here. So a long-distance relationship is in the cards for us. Figures. I’m less worried than I was a month ago, and I think we have a good plan (see each other once a month at least and alternate who travels). If we can make it work over the next year and a half, we can make it last.
I don’t doubt at all that my leaving will be a good thing in the end for all phases of my life, but it’d be hard for me to claim I’m human if I didn’t admit I’m nervous.
