wings and other things...

I've really done it this time. I not only jumped head first, I've run down the dock in my bare feet, butt naked, and somersaulted into it. I'm moving back home. But it's going to be OK. I just know it.


As I continue to pack my life into these plastic bins, I do feel overcome with sadness for leaving someone who has been my rock through the hardest, and most sorrowful moments of my life. My mother. Our relationship has been rocky, to say the least. But what girl doesn't fight with their mom? She has been the foundation that holds my shaky structure when the storms ablowin'. She has caught me every single time I have fallen, and to leave her is harder than anything I think I've ever done.


But... I keep thinking of all the wonderful people I am going to meet, and the fabulous long-forgotten memories that will come flooding back at any random moment, sending me into a joyful heartache for the past. I daydream of the craziness that will ensue the moment my best friend and I set foot over the threshold of our new house. More than anything, I'm excited for the changes I know will come about on the inside. While I'm not excited to be eating Ramen every night, I yearn for the feeling of adulthood that comes with pressure and responsibility. I am anxious to see how I spread my wings, and what wonderful colors they will be.


Ray Bradbury, one of my all-time favorite writers, once said, "Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall."


I'm scared. I'm nervous. I'm excited.


I'm going to jump.