The End of the Line

I've spent five years hating Show Low, hating the petty small town politics.
I hated the wind, the weather.
I hated the cliques that wouldn't let me in, or that I saw shunning other people who desperately wanted acceptance.
I hated going to the one store in the whole town and seeing at least six people I know.
I have fought it tooth and nail.

And now I'm leaving.
Sure, I'll come back and visit, but honestly? I'll have a life in the valley. A home, friends, boyfriends, new dramarama that will have nothing to do with my life here. I've seen it happen with other people, and mourned like I didn't know I could. Now it's my turn.

It's not just letting go of a friend, or a love. It's letting go of my entire life. My family will be here, my saftey net will be here. The people I can't imagine my life without, in good ways or bad, will be here.

Anyways, here's the long and the short of it, kids:
I've set the date.

I'm moving down to the valley next Saturday.
It's soon, I know, but I'm going down a week early so I can go to a John Mellencamp, Bob Dylan, and Willie Nelson concert. I took a poll of from the important people, and they all say it's worth it.

So, to quote someone smarter- well, at least she was blonder and more eloquent- than me, if you've got something to say you'd better say it right now 'cause you don't have another day...

It's just so weird that it's all ending, ya know? I'm in a permanent state of confuddlement at the moment. Luckily for me, at least Blake is going to MCC too, so I'll have him around. :]

And seriously, if you all don't keep in touch, and call me, I will come back up and slit your throats.

Just kidding.