California...in less than 3 weeks

Yesterday night on the phone with my (awesome) boyfriend, I realized that I, that we, have less than three weeks until...I move to California, to college, to my new life. For good. Damn, that was a shock.

Making the decision to go away for college three months ago, I thought twice about moving away, but not thrice. I had been held captive in this tiny apartment, this sheltered and overprotected life, for too long, and I couldn't wait to get away for college to start over. Now, with California less than three weeks away, it's all too soon for comfort.

My boyfriend and I have decided to try out the long distance thing because we can see a potential future together, but what if it gets too hard and it hurts terribly when we end it, three thousand miles away from each other on the phone? What if I don't make new friends, and my best friends back here can't comfort me because they're three thousand miles away? What if I find out that my drive and intelligence are nothing at college? What if I just plain hate it? Damn, this is scary.

After hyperventilating about it for a while, I decided...I can't do anything about it now. I'll find out soon enough how college will be, and I'll deal with it then. Until then, I have less than three weeks to spend time with everyone, to spend time in the city that I love and call home.

Take care,
Amy