A Time for Firsts

Today I embark on my first eighteen year old adventure.

I will be flying halfway across the U.S. by myself.

Am I nervous? Not really. Am I excited? Definitely.

The whole not being nervous part is really getting to me.

Why aren't I more nervous? Shouldn't I be?

Maybe this is me becoming a true "adult."

(Whatever that means.)

As you know, I adore the South. Therefore,

going to Kentucky is just a dream. I've been twice before

and every time I find myself admiring each and every piece

of land. I know Kentucky isn't really very south geographically

speaking, but the southern feeling is there either way.

I should have watched Elizabethtown last night. Darn.

For a side note, do any of you know how difficult

it is is pack for a place like Kentucky and then for Arizona?

Let me tell you, it is quite difficult. Because see, I leave

straight from Kentucky to Arizona to meet up with my mom

to see the UA campus, and therefore have to pack for

both places. I hope everything works out packing wise!

Actually, I hope everything works out in general!

Fingers crossed!

Say a prayer for me as I embark on my first adult adventure?

Thanks. :)