Who knew I could feel emotions?

As previously stated, I’ve been plotting to get away from here since I was old enough to drive. Who doesn’t want to just get in the car and go? But now that moving day is looming closer (2 weeks to be exact) I’m starting to get scared.

I mean, I’m not backing out. I really can’t, considering I put my 2 weeks notice in at work today. Kind of a no turning back kind of thing. I don’t know what I’ll do without my mom being 30 minutes or less away from me. Who’s gonna take care of me when I’m sick and fix me soup? Who’s gonna yell at me when I stumble in drunk at 3am to tell her how much I love her?

I’m 22 years old. I’ve heard tons of people’s stories of moving to a new town and starting over without knowing anyone. They made it. But can I? I guess this would be the part in the story where I put on my proverbial big girl panties and suck it up. I will have to make it. There is no option to fail. Failure would mean trudging back into suck town with my head low and listening to the thousands (or 20ish) I told you so’s. And that is not an option at all.

On another note, my ribcage on the right side is throbbing. Any ideas? I WebMd’ed it, but of course all I got was nothing. See a doctor. Blah. It’s Friday and I get off early today. The weather is a gorgeous sunny 75. What does this mean? Drunken adventure of course. Who knows where I’ll end up, but I’ll be having fun wherever I am.