Today I cleaned my apartment in Lincoln, left the keys on the counter, and officially left Lincoln. It was an interesting experience saying goodbye to my first apartment ever. I tried not to dwell too hard on what was happening, I just wanted to get on the road.
I got on the road and put in a cd that my friend had made for my journey to Atlanta. Pretty soon I was bawling. I must have been quite a sight, going down the interstate with a car packed full of stuff, crying like a baby. But the experience made me realize something. This is the worst part of my adventure, the part I have been terrified of doing. I have officially packed up and begun a journey to a place I've never lived before, thousands of miles away from my friends and family. Still, I'm doing it, I'm accomplishing the task, and in a week or two I will be just fine. Meanwhile, as I'm going through this weird transitional phase, I'm not alone. I have friends who still have my back, who I can still text and call and facebook, even if I can't see them in person. I am not leaving my Lincoln community behind, I'm just becoming a long distance member. I will carry my community with me wherever I go, they are a part of me.
Thank you for your support. Please pray or send good vibes my way as I make my journey down to Georgia.