In eight days, I will be leaving a home I’ve known since I was seven. I moved out of my mom’s place (well, at the time it was both my parents’ place) when I graduated high school, but this will be the first time I’ve left the state without any plans to return. Thankfully I will have my father, my sister, and my best friend since high school nearby, but I still feel like I’ll start hyperventilating once the finality of my decision actually hits me. Thus far, the whole situation has felt surreal. I don’t think I’ve fully grasped what a huge deal this is. I’m leaving my boyfriend, my friends, my job, and everything I’ve known since I was a child. To be completely honest, I’ve gotten bored with this place. I know this decision is the right one, but it doesn’t lessen the anxiety I feel as the day draws near.