18 days. 41 days.

18 days until i leave my job. 41 days until i leave my home.
oh man.


this transition is a weird one. definitely one that i have never experienced. this would have been made a lot easier if my circumstances weren't so... difficult, right now. at the moment i am dealing with a lot of crap. realizing my selfishness. and remembering just how incredibly weak i am. mending a broken heart. it's all a lot.


so, anyway. this is the start of my 'travel blog' per-se. there's gonna be music involved. every time i write i will say what i'm listening to. currently it is: "nineteen" by tegan&sara.


mom bought the tickets today. wow. it's sinking in. i'm scared. i'm ready. more ready than scared. maybe that's a lie. i don't know.