1300 miles from home - not knowing a soul, having no family, and there is a field full of cattle right across from my complex. My Christening was more than I ever expected - a huge chocolate cake with 28 candles to celebrate my missed birthday that was spent hauling my stuff 1300 miles.
But somehow I still felt unfulfilled.
I didn't own a gun. I was a registered Democrat. How do I ever expect to make a life for myself in a small Texas town?
When everything was unpacked, and I looked around the apartment - I realized I had really done it. The planing, the goodbyes, everything was over, and I was here.
And more scared than I'd ever been in my whole life.
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