It is 6:52 AM. I woke up at 5:39 and, for the first time since arriving here, did not wake up freezing my ass off. Of course, it had to be my last day.
I may not be cold, but I am still feeling things. Awful things. I feel nervous. I feel anxious. I feel scared—no, better yet I feel terrified.
Today I am homeless.
Today marks the beginning of a new, terrible, miserable life until August 20th. My stomach is in all sorts of distress and I feel I might actually be sick. Today is the last day for class. I am about to take a shower before I have to get most everything out of the room and into my car. Once class is over I have the wonderful pleasure of figuring out where I can park my car. I still have no idea. I think the commuter/faculty parking garage would be a good start, but I am still scared.
It is okay to be scared right now. But once I step out that door, I no longer have that luxury. I need to be strong. Fierce. Unbreakable. Even if I am not. The world needs to see fearless. There is no room for vulnerability.
Here is to a new, god-awful start.
thecrazyones 