If everything goes according to plan, I'll be on the Greyhound to Anaheim station in less than 35 hours. I can't sleep. I've been cycling between anticipation and stomach-clenching anxiety, and right now, I'm anxious. Nothing is for certain right now. It's entirely possible that I could end up stranded with no job and no permanent place to stay, which is terrifying. But you make your own destiny, etc etc etc, so I'll just make this happen. I'll keep contacting potential roommates and working on my college application and resume and packing my things. This is all doable if I work hard enough at it, I think.
I don't know what I'm going to do with this blog. Rename it? I'm never coming back to Las Vegas. I know I sound like a teenaged cliche, but I just need to prove everybody wrong -- myself included. I need to prove to myself that I'm capable of this.
None of this positive affirmation is making the knot in my stomach go away, though. I think I'll work on my resume and watch a little TV.
No comments:
Post a Comment