And it's 11 days?

What?!!

Well, I mean I am stressed. I am moving. Not just going back to school or going away to school, but coming back on the weekends or for the break. I am moving. To Chicago. In 11 days. Wow.

I really shouldn't be as stressed as I am considering I have things to look forward to. I have an internship at an amazing theatre. I am volunteering for the Chicago Fringe Festival. All of this should be some sort of validation. Some sort of "BAM! TAKE THAT WORLD!" But it's only making me more stressed. Will I live up to the expectations?

Money. MONEY. Is what I'm mostly afraid of. Not having a job when I get there is a bit stressful. Will I be able to afford my rent? Eat? AAAHHH How am I supposed to schedule a well paying job around an internship that requires me 20hrs of the week and wanting to do theatre in the evenings? I am sure it will work itself out, but as the time gets closer, I stress more. Not having my apt available till Sept 1st. Crashing at some other people's places. What will become of me?

*takes a breath*

But I am really excited about it. It feels right. My friend Melissa told me something as we were on the swings during Water Play Day at Camp(yup. lol). That me getting all of these opportunities at the start is the world's way of letting me know that this is the right decision for me. The world is setting up a path for me to follow. And even though it may get tough later on, the world knows that I can handle it because being given these chances at the start are leading me to the right path. Chicago is the right path for me. At this time. At this point in my life.

I can't wait to meet new people and work with new people. To create art. To be a part of it.

Also, it feels really nice to know I have close friends to look forward to, Supportive future roommates to live with, and some old theatre folk I haven't seen in quite some time. I think I just need to go to an improv show and then it will be clear, Chicago is the place for me!