Landing in Texas.

So, I was so very excited when I got the acceptance call. But ever since officially quitting my job, I've been feeling very nervous and homesick (even though I was at home). Someone once said to me that he was afraid of being forgotten--he was gone for a week but during that time I wrote a email to him everyday.

I guess that might have been some of my fear.

The reason why I wanted to go to Texas and fully experience this opportunity is because it would the first true act of my independence, the final cut in the umbilical cord. I wanted to prove that I could be by myself, but I guess I never realized how lonely being by myself is. As I told David--while sitting in the car waiting for the van to pick me up and take me to the Twin Cities airport---It's like I'm all alone again. I told him it was like we were breaking up, the bluntly honest jerk agreed. I was scared everyone would forget me and he just confirmed it. But he made up for it in hugs.

Right now I'm sitting in my dorm, waiting for AT-Andy to get off work so we can meet and get dinner. I've tided over with some cookies and cheetos I bought from the supermarket down the road--unfortunately they didn't carry a pillow so I'll be pillowless for a bit. Why is it that something as simple as a pillow further emphasizes how far I am from home? TT_TT