galaxy42

"Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive." - Ferris Buehler

I'm just a little over a month away from finally moving away from the 20 mile radius that I've called "home" for the past 30 years. It's scaring the fucking willies out of me, and I'm loving every terrifying minute of it.

I'll be moving just over 2,400 miles from here... I'm feeling alive for the first time ever. This is actually more unsettling and thrilling than the brief engagement I found myself in 5 years ago. At the time, I thought that was the most frightening thing I could ever do. But this... this is taking the cake. The wedding I could (and did) back out of... this, I'm forcing myself to do. For good or ill... this is how it will be. It's a step I need to make in life. I feel like I've been drowning in a pool of stunted personal growth. I think this will be just the kick in the ass that I've been needing all along.

I'm finally moving away from my comfort zone and it feels wonderful.