Last year…a month from now…I was going to Costa Rica. Of everything I felt before I left, nervousness was not present. But now, in just over a month I’m moving 1,100 miles away and going to law school. Now I’m scared out of my mind. I’m pretty sure (actually, absolutely positive) that I’m only demonstrating the outward symptoms of my ongoing fear of commitment. I’m essentially committing myself to my life, for at least three years, but probably a heck of a lot more than that. So whereas I wasn’t a bit scared about a four month vacation from real life, I’m losing my head about what is about to happen. I could spend every night for the next six weeks out on my dock with a six pack and be happy. (Let’s face it, I could be happy with that for a lot longer, given the right company and external stimulation.) I don’t know what it’s like to live further than an hour from the beach. I don’t know what it’s like to be permanently more than a few short hours from my parents whenever I decide to hop in my Nissan and drive home. Heck, I don’t know what life is like without my little Nissan. I’ve lived in this beautiful state for ten years and this time I just don’t know when I’ll be back. Instead of looking down my street at the palm trees lining the road, I’m going to see lights and buildings? Goodness gracious. But at the end of the day, I asked for this and well, it’s time to just go with it.