magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I had duplicate keys made for my apartment today, which is something I should have done 14 months ago and it's amazing that I've never lost mine or locked myself out, so that someone could look in on Chesterfield while I'm gone.

I'm completely freaked out about this trip. (It's also possible that I've got a touch of a stomach flu, and that it's not all nerves.) There's the new city. The flight. The responsibility. It's all so very grown up. And yet, when I was just a kid, at 20, 21, I could get in my car, all alone, and set out cross country to start a new life. And I'm sure that this is all going to go fine. Swimmingly fine.