Tomorrow is the big, huge, grand day that I for real leave the nest and move into the world that is not a dorm or a sorority house. It is when I get on a plane with 5 bags (two suitcases, one duffel, one backpack and one big box) and land 3000 miles away.
Perhaps tears would be expected. But I think unless Robbie gives one of his famous "I really look up to you, Beeze" speeches or Mom starts talking about how she will miss her Target shopping partner, we should be okay.
At the beginning of the summer, I am not sure I could have made this move. It was coming, and I was excited, but I was not prepared. I needed the summer to regroup and fix my mouth and enjoy the nest a little longer. Now I know I am ready to be there. Now I want to be there. I want to see how real Paul and I are. I want to find a job. I want to get going.
And aside from all of these big, huge, grand life changing events that are consuming my thoughts, I also have a very strong desire to take photo booth pictures. I really have cool ideas for them right now.
Photo from a Starbucks in London.
