I suppose I should be excited and sad that I am finally making my big move that I have always wanted to take, but I can’t help but feel nothing. Yeah, nothing! I suppose it just hasn’t hit me that the friends and family that I have been blessed to spend time with won’t be just a few minutes drive, but hours of a drive. I feel like I should be writing about how sad I am and how much i’ll miss all these people, but the stress of moving, out weights my sadness I suppose. 

I’m certain that when it does hit me, it’ll hit me like a bus.