fly away

I'm sitting here listeing to The Moldy Peaches and thinking about how in about 4 hours I'm flying away. litterally. I woke up this morning terrified that I had made the wrong choice and this was it... but that passed. This is exactly what my mom wanted me to do, so I'm going to do it, and I'm going to love every second of it (confidence is key). I've packed away everything I own into 4 check-ins and 3 carry ons (two of which equal my camera and my computer). I'm proud of myself. :)
Now that Modest Mouse is on, I'll talk about how clean my room is. (we all know how big of a feet that is for me). My shoes are lined up against the wall and my bed is almost made. I cleaned the living room and tied up all the loose ends around the house (I still haven't found my dad's mind, but I think he's got it hidden somewhere).
This is it. I'm about to fly away to somewhere bigger and hotter and smoggier and... well everything-er... except for prettier. I miss Fort Bragg. I miss everyone.
The White Stripes are on.
let's go break some legs.... :)