Well this is it. Moving out of my apartment and taking the first physical step into this new adventure. In the interim I've had the time to reflect and put many things to action, all of which have prepared me for this day. As I write I get the feeling of excited nervousness. Like the first time I jumped out of an airplane. Granted, there are still some strings attached to this place, like the overdue heating bill. But more than that I feel like I've grown up a bit since I first moved in, so there's an emotional connection as well. But I'm leaving with no regrets.
I've waited until almost the very last minute to get started. My goal is to have everything but my futon out by the stroke of midnight. Tomorrow, I'll move the futon and clean the apartment. Completely moved into my Dad's before midnight tomorrow. More later
Off we go...