New York. I've never been. Actually I've not been anywhere really. Of course I plan on changing that. Starting with New York. I'll be there next summer, one way or the other. Hopefully, it will be with a group of close friends but if not, I'm not entirely scared of going by myself. I am beyond excited. I wish there was a word for the level of anticipation I am experiencing. I think I shall invent one.
fluzatration - the feeling of pure excitement, anticipation, and eagerness
So there. I am absolutely...fluztrated? I didn't really think that one through but eh, I don't want to hit backspace. That button gets way too much action. Such a whore. But nothing compared to the space button, ya know? Anyway, I am fluztrated. I also have a tinge of fear that I'll fall in love with the city and never be able to come home. I mean, I plan on living there one day or at least spending a large amount of time there but I'm not ready yet. It's too soon and I don't want to be a big girl yet. I still like crawling into my mom's bed Sunday morning. I'll miss that. Ah I'm such a mama's girl. Like my brothers but different. They are in their twenties and just managed to move out to a house...less than twenty miles away! I cannot imagine what it'll be like when I'm states away, countries away, oceans away! Because I will be. That's a promise. And New York, oh, New York is the first step.