My friend Holly (I miss you!) casually suggested I start a blog so my friends could follow me along on my little journey to becoming a cowgirl. Which, contrary to popular belief, was not a lifelong dream. I already have a blog somewhere else, but it's kind of silly and I feel weird when people I know in real life happen upon it. So starting new one was a good idea, dedicated only to the uprooting of my life as I once knew it.
Tally ho!
Other than that, the countdown now begins...actually it began two days ago but details are irrelevant at this moment. Five days until something happens, and by something I mean making use of my one-way ticket to Texas. Will it be like taking a trip to hell in a hand basket or more like floating to heaven on a feather? I'll let you know once I get there, but I'm staying positive.
Now that "the day" is so close I'm starting to wonder, "what the hell am I doing!?!" Did I suffer some sort of brain contusion? Possibly. Possibly not. I believe the technical term is cold feet or whatever, but the freaking out has begun that's for sure.
I hate to say stuff like this but I hope I'm doing the right thing. I'm a person who hates change, I hate being thrown into an element I'm unfamiliar with, swimming in uncharted waters and such. On the upside I'm malleable and can adjust to almost any situation, but I tend to avoid the unknown like the plague if I can help it. So if I was not absolutely sure about this I don't think I would be going through with it. Right?
Right.
Tally ho!
Other than that, the countdown now begins...actually it began two days ago but details are irrelevant at this moment. Five days until something happens, and by something I mean making use of my one-way ticket to Texas. Will it be like taking a trip to hell in a hand basket or more like floating to heaven on a feather? I'll let you know once I get there, but I'm staying positive.
Now that "the day" is so close I'm starting to wonder, "what the hell am I doing!?!" Did I suffer some sort of brain contusion? Possibly. Possibly not. I believe the technical term is cold feet or whatever, but the freaking out has begun that's for sure.
I hate to say stuff like this but I hope I'm doing the right thing. I'm a person who hates change, I hate being thrown into an element I'm unfamiliar with, swimming in uncharted waters and such. On the upside I'm malleable and can adjust to almost any situation, but I tend to avoid the unknown like the plague if I can help it. So if I was not absolutely sure about this I don't think I would be going through with it. Right?
Right.
Here's to tumbleweed, and tarantulas, and being stung in the ass by scorpions, and dust storms, and all of the other wonderful things I have heard about El Paso...
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