I never did finish that last journey, huh? I do regret it, it's nice to look back and so fondly and clearly remember that first week of the trip. I worry what I've already lost in the months that have passed. Conversations, random encounters, sights. Some things, no matter how much you try to hold on, slip through the cracks. There's nothing I can do about that now, only document new adventures.
If you haven't heard, I'm starting a new adventure. Tomorrow, I move out on my own. I guess it's not tomorrow, more like today. In eight hours. Should I mention I'm not done packing? I should also probably mention I should be packing right now. This blog is called This is a Map. It's not a map for the road, for the trip, it's a map to my life. And what is so exciting and terrifying as moving out on your own for the first time? I'm sure I'll have something to write about - and I plan to. I'm going to keep the blog going. Maybe because I'm a bit narcissistic (who isn't?), maybe because I like the idea of having this documented, maybe because I just took a creative non-fiction class and the thought of testing this out is kind of exciting. Which ever, this will be my on-going conversation with you.
I'm tired. The kind of tired you feel in your bones. There are still things that need to be packed, cleaned, sorted through, so I'll leave you with this;
"Here's to freedom, cheers to art. Here's to having an excellent adventure, and may the stopping never start." -Jason Mraz
Enjoy every minute,
Mary
With my new apartment key in my new apartment.
