I leave Tallahassee in less than a month to start a new life in San Francisco, and I’m fucking terrified. And excited. Anxious. Leaving Tallahassee is needed. I know this. Change is a part od life, and I am a grown ass woman, and an opera singer at that, and I need to learn to accept these things. Grad school will be an amazing place for me to learn new things, and to apply all of the lessons I learned here at FSU in another setting. LETS DO THIS.
I do have such mixed feelings about leaving people. Ever since the death of my friend Wes last month (ish), I hate leaving people. I can’t even put my feelings into words. It makes leaving harder. Tallahassee has become home. Its where I met my best friends, and grew, and learned about myself along with them, Wesley included. When I walk around campus, there isn’t one place that doesn’t remind me of all the great memories I shared with my boys.
San Francisco will become home in time, I know. I will meet amazing people, and learn lessons that I will cherish just as much as the ones I got in Tally.
Life, man. Damn.
