all these years, fate has mocked my inability to roam. in almost every year of my life, someone left me for a far-off new home. Canada, South Dakota, Oregon, Hawaii, Singapore, and Ethiopia, among others.
in a few months now, i will be 18. i can go anywhere, money and time permitting. and i have made plans to leave! i will move thousands of miles from my home to live near the faulty levees of new orleans. that's only seven months away, but it feels a long way off. it doesn't feel real yet.
my mother is completely against me moving away, or so i thought. yesterday she informed me that since i did not get in to our over-full community college, she would be sending me to live eight hours away, as far north as you can get in california, on top of shasta mountain. i'll be moving out of my house! but... now that it is real, now that it is happening, i have been getting sadder and sadder. i really do love my family, and it kind of hurt to hear my mother telling me she wanted me out.
she said shasta or santa barbara, really. eight hours in both directions. i don't know anyone in either town, so it doesn't really matter, i guess.
wish me luck?
