Today, I am 0 days away from moving out of my apartment (as in, I am most likely frantically packing and throwing things into my car as we speak). I am 27 days away from fleeing the North for the remainder of the year. I am (approximately) 91 days away from moving to Chicago to start grad school.
Enough change for you?
I’m on the edge of the abyss right now, with everything that is safe and comfortable and predictable behind me and beneath my feet. Wish me luck as I take a deep breath and jump.
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