D Day

Tomorrow morning we leave. I feel like a marshmallow inside, even though I don't exactly know what that means. I don't know how I'm supposed to do this so I will either figure it out as I go or fake it 'til I make it. Not sure which one yet. Really, I'm leaving everything I know and only taking one accessory: Matt. Arguably the best thing I could bring, but still, that's only ONE thing. I don't know if we're "starting over," or just in a new place, or if this is just the next step in life. Either way, I think this falls under my top three biggest events of life thus far. I'm disjointed and discombobulated. I'm starting to cry more often. This isn't like moving to Ludington (close) or Wisconsin (short-term). This is like moving to... Houston. Far away, new culture, new job, new highways, new weather, new people, new accent, new everything. I don't even know how I'm going to do my hair down there. My hair! If you should be able to control one thing it's your own hair! Sooner or later I'll figure it out... with my learning curve, probably later. But I'll adapt. That's just what you do. Adapt and flourish. Or fail to adapt and go extinct, I guess. But I'm really going to try to flourish.