It fully hit me about 10 minutes ago, sitting among a ton of boxes and bags and staring at a half empty room that I'm actually moving tomorrow. It's only 2 hours away, but it's the realization that I'm finally leaving my little Murfreesboro bubble that's such a strange feeling. I know a ton of people in this town. Almost every road or place holds some type of memory for me, and tomorrow I'm headed to a town where I know a handful of people and the streets and places mean nothing to me. I'm mostly looking foward to it. Two hours isn't much of a distance at all, and I'm not one to typically get homesick anyway. And I should, hopefully, be home often enough that it won't be too bad. It's just strange to think about not driving out in quiet Walter Hill at night to go home. It'll be nice to get out of Murfreesboro. There's a lot of things I need to leave behind and get away from for a while. The next few days are probably gonna be a little crazy so if you wanna talk to me call or text the cell!!