i remember back to my freshman year of college, i decided to take up the guitar. one of the very first songs we learned was leaving on a jet plane by john denver. ever since i learned that song, i always think of it when "leaving" comes to mind.
as most of you know, M did an internship in the bay area this past summer. at the end of much blood, sweat, and tears (on his part), he was offered a job.
a couple of weeks ago, M sealed the deal by signing his life away to deloitte & touche in san fran.
sounds exotic, right? life in san francisco! but it's weird...because i think of myself as an adventurous person. but this leaving has me all scared, psyched out, shakin in my boots. i find myself "attached" to this utah place. i like the green jello. i like being around for family get-togethers and parties. i like seeing a steeple on every corner. i like the big mountains all up in my grill. i like finding a huge selection of modest clothing stores.
don't get me wrong, i'm 100% confident this is the right thing to do. and i'm excited for the adventure. so many amazing things to do and see in the bay area! and to be close to M's family! but. i'm still scared. in fact, i'm a big fat scaredy pants. how is that possible? it's not like we're moving to jupiter. i can leave on a jet plane to the beehive state just as easy as i can leave on a jet plane to san fran, right?