So I’m moving to Boston in about three months. It’s actually happening. I got my second choice for graduate school, which is humbling, and I’m moving to a city that I’ve spent about 60 hours in. I know five people there–a friend from Cherubs and a family related to my sort of cousin. I’m going to move into an apartment without having been inside of it. That apartment will probably be the size of a cardboard box, so I haven’t the foggiest idea how I’m going to fit my bed in it, let alone the three+ bookshelves’ worth of books that I flat out refuse to get rid of. (I will eat off my floor before I say goodbye to my books, or before I put them in storage.) I’m going to have to figure out how to navigate my neighborhood and how to get to school. I’m going to live off of my loans. I’m going to live all alone for the first time–no roommates, no parents, no sister. Speaking of which, I’m going to be hundreds of miles away from every single member of every one of my families. I’m going to have to learn whether it’s safe to bicycle around or if people will kill me. I will have to wear snow boots in the winter (I bought some from LLBean and they’re pretty awesome). I will only have class two days a week. For the first time in my life since I was 16, I will be unemployed. That is probably going to be the biggest shocker. All in all, I’m going to be a completely single, solitary person, in every sense of the word. I’m going to be an actual young adult living her young, poor, academically challenging life.
It’s funny, because I’m finally becoming really, really comfortable with who I am. And now I’m going to move, and I wonder who I’ll be when I get there.