Well, it seriously took a couple of weeks longer than I planned to finish getting everything packed up and moved out of my apartment in Florida. I’ve already gotten rid of more than half of my stuff (and that’s not including furniture, which I got rid of completely), but there’s still so much more I need to get rid of. The only way I’m going to be able to make this cross-country move is if I can get my stuff down to what can fit in my Nissan Sentra. Minus the room needed for my dog (roughly human-sized) and my sister, who’s agreed to make the journey with me, before flying back.
I’ve been staying with my dad and sister in South Alabama since I moved out of my apartment. My plan was to try and spend as much time with everyone in my family as I can before I leave, hoping that it will make leaving a little easier on all of us. So far, I haven’t made it to see any of the rest of my family; I haven’t even seen much of my family that’s in this general area, much less my loved ones who live up in Atlanta. Atlanta isn’t too far, but I’m starting to run out of time and money.
And unfortunately, nobody in my family seems anymore warm to the idea of me leaving than when I first let them know my plans. (Plans is a word I use loosely, considering I don’t have any “real plans” at this point.) I’m so stressed out right now, and there are so many things I really need to do before I leave.
So I’m in a difficult position right now, and it’s really taking its toll on me. But the truth is, I haven’t wanted something this bad in a really long time, and I’m going to follow through. I might be right back here in a few months, tail between my legs and defeated; but I’m going to give this my all, and whatever happens, when I look back, I’ll be proud of myself for taking a risk. I’m taking a risk on myself and my ability to work my ass off to get what I want.
-Sara
Sara in Wonderland 