I'm relaxed. I'm cool. I'm hyper and happy and just the same as I always have been. I'm blissfully jittery, excitable... how else can you describe me?
I'm faking it so hard.
I'm petrified of what I'm doing. Can you believe that I'm going to go through with this? I don't really know how to begin............
I can say now that I'm moving to Boston in September. I'm going with barely a plan, half a job, no friends, no family and it's looking like I'm going to be living like a boho chick, salvation army shopping and eating spaghettios every day.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited as hell. I don't have a plan, I don't have a job, I can't wait to be out there flying by the seat of my pants with no direction. 23 is the best age for this- I'm single, I'm not tied to anything, I can live like a pauper and it's okay, because plenty of 23-year-olds do it. People move out every day.
Why am I freaking out so bad, then? It was so much fun to dream about it. It's something else entirely to be trying to do it.
So again, I'm having trouble sleeping.

Anyone want to move to Boston with me?