Here We Go...

Holy. Shit. Y'all, it's hit me over the last couple days that I'm going to be moving in four months. Four. Months. I've lived here my whole life, I've never lived away from home for more than a couple weeks at a time while house sitting. What the hell am I doing? Don't get me wrong, I have never been more excited about anything, but I am terrified.

I won't know anyone, I'll be totally dependent on myself for the first time...I hate myself for openly admitting this, but I'll be paying rent for the first time ever. Really, it's the first time I'll actually 100% going to have to act like a responsible adult. I'm capable, yes, I just...have never really had to think about it before.

I've played with my budget for the next few months. Did some math. I can save upward of 10 grand between now and October 1, with another thousand hitting my account in mid-October from the firm (cutoff dates screw up everything, but the timing on that money will be really good). That's a solid amount of money to give me a cushion to get moved and find a home and well, it'll just get me where I need to be and I'll have some savings and that's what I want.

I've pretty much got the entire summer figured out. It really consists of work and attempting to hang out a little more with my friends before I move away and leave them here. JD is coming in about three weeks for my grad and my cousin's wedding, and the next time I see him after that is likely to be in September if and when we plan a Van trip so I can find somewhere to live.

Clearly, I've thought this through. Clearly, all of the details are not there yet, but it's too soon for that anyway. Clearly, I am not going to remain sane through this little endeavor.

Wish me luck!