In just under two months, I’ll be moving to Oregon to start my career. It couldn’t come at a better time, as I’ve been slipping rapidly into a bagel craze that would absolutely result in me becoming a couch cushion in my parents’ house if I didn’t have my life together before I graduated.
I have many feelings on the subject of starting a new life 3,000 miles from my family and friends, some of which I am not proud of.
1. I have to stop spending money like an underage kid in a strip club.
2. I won’t be able to see my family for, like, years. Or until I save up enough money for a plane ticket.
3. I have to drive across the country, and I’ve never driven any longer (on purpose) than 30 minutes.
4. I get to make new friends, which may or may not be a success.
5. I’ll probably live super close to the beach, thereby ending my ghostliness.
6. I’ll have a job doing what I absolutely LOVE.
This will be the most horrifying, life-changing, ridiculous, wonderful thing I’ve ever done. I’m going to be crying for the next two months, and won’t be able to tell if I’m happy or sad. But could you pass up this opportunity? I can’t. So either way, whether I succeed or fail, I’ll be glad I took a chance.