There are 53 hours until I leave my home state to find a new adventure in another state. In those 53 hours, I will be emptying the lovely little bedroom I've called home for the past fourteen months of all my belongings, boxing up what I find most essential to take with me, and saying goodbye to my dearest friends. It didn't hit me until I sat down a minute ago and wrote a very detailed to-do list of everything I will need to do in those 53 hours. I won't be living in Colorado anymore. This is the part of the story I imagined when I was younger, even just a couple years younger, where something happens in my life that changes the plot or moves the story in a different direction. This is it. And because of that, I must make the most of every opportunity now, otherwise it'd be one long, boring, drawn-out story. I ask myself what would happen if I decided to stay in Colorado, and my answer is "nothing". I'd live the same old life in the place I know so well and am far too comfortable in; my life would flatline. I feel strongly that staying here any longer is not in my plan, and Texas is a flashing neon sign bidding me to come. So onward I go. This is the turning point. God only knows what's up ahead.
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