Tomorrow

In less than 24 hours I will begin my long and hopefully enjoyable ride to Fort Myers, Florida. I've been thinking about this move for almost four months now, and it's hard to believe that the time to leave is actually here. I think the moment I realized that this is really happening was when my mom told me she wasn't signing my name on any cards or gifts or anything anymore. She told me, "You're an independent household now." That made me want to lock myself in my sister's room and never leave. But only for about three seconds. For the most part, I'm just ready to go. Hanging out at home has been a lot of fun--I got to see my sisters a lot (in a good way)--but I haven't had anything to do. Reading and watching TV can keep a person occupied for only so long. At least in Florida there will be things I have to get done. I have to set up the classroom, establish my management plan, read the books, study the curriculum, get acquainted with the school and its procedures, get settled into my apartment. So yeah, I'm ready to get there. I'm excited. But there's a part of me that's beginning to feel sad for all that I'm leaving behind and all that I'm taking on. But I think that's healthy.