In the eighteen years of my life, I've lived in the same state, in the same town, and in the same house. In thirty-three days, my life changes. In just over a month, I pack up and hit the road, headlights toward the great state of Colorado. I can't wait. At least -- I think I can't. I'm not sure exactly because I've never been involved in something that changed my life so drastically. I'm leaving my friends, my extended family, everything and everyone I know. When I describe it that way to myself it sounds a bit frightening, especially for someone who has a hard time with people a lot of the time. By that I just mean I'm a bit of an introvert and it takes a while for me to make friends, not to mention the fact that I'm a bit picky about who I chose to spend my time with. I've heard though that Colorado is a bit different from little East Texas. Everyone is strange and different and the first thing you're asked upon meeting someone isn't: "What church do you go to?" I'm excited because I'm going to meet so many people who are just as weird as I am. At least, I hope I will. I think I will. I really hope I will.
My life is about to change. I'm utterly excited. I'm utterly frightened. I think that's just how change is. It's scary and wonderful and lonely and so full of potential. I plan on making the most of this chance to start over, so many possibilities in a place where no one knows who I am. But the most frightening and exciting part of this all: I get to chose who I'll be. No one knows me, no one knows this country girl from East Texas. I get -- or have -- to chose who this new Colorado girl will be. And I'm embracing every minute of those decisions.
Also, my new house has stairs. I have always wanted a house with stairs. Just thought I'd mention that.
Faithfully yours,
I'm still deciding
