If someone told me a year ago that I would be hesitant about leaving Fort Worth, I'd have shipped them to the looney bin and locked away the keys. But you know? The oddest thing is that the closer I get to going away, the more nostalgic I get.

Everywhere I go, I remember things. The Modern Art Museum where I was an Apprentice for years, the Kimbel, Downtown which just came alive again, The Bass Hall- created in 3rd grade, the highways that didn't use to get so damned crowded, Little Vietnam in Haltom City, Friends randomly showing up and declaring that they're hungry, and to top it off everyone who was close to me at Paschal.

There are two people that I especially am going to miss. Anthony Woods, and Kaleigh Warner. Though you two weren't with me all throughout our schooling days, and we didn't remain as close as we thought we would, we started it together remember? Mrs. Dawson's Class in 1993, the first day of Kindergarten.

Man how we hated it. Counting down the days until we got out of this prison they called "school". And yet here we are, going in different directions- different countries actually if what I think is rumored to be true, true.

Don't get me wrong, I'm hell bent on getting out of here, but my getting on a plane to fly out of this little universe that I've created for myself seems like flying out of childhood altogether. Another world, another lifetime, another universe awaiting for me in Boston.

So it's only a thousand miles, but you know? I think I'm going to miss this place.

Thank god I'm leaving!