This literally terrifies me.
If you read my last post, you know that I am incredibly close to my parents..especially my mom. So, moving out of the house, 15 hours away, is sort of a big deal.
I am doubting myself daily, constantly worrying and wondering if I am really ready for this. I just worry that once I'm gone, something terrible will happen at home and I won't be able to get here quick enough. Likely I'm just being irrational, but the fear still looms over my head.
Now, I know that tons of college kids move out and do their own thing, but do those kids have the relationship with their parents that I have with mine? Probably not. So, if you were thinking of telling me that everyone goes through this and I'll be just fine, save it. I've heard it all. But my case is extraordinary.
I am just praying that the transition goes smoothly and that I won't be such an emotional mess once everything is set in stone. However, that's probably unlikely. I'm willing to bet money that I cry every day for the first week. Or month.... Maybe every day until Fall break.
We shall see.
Here's to becoming a big girl.
