Goodbyes

That first post looks kinda lonely, and I felt like it was pretty vague and not a little boring. Hopefully this one will be better.

I hate goodbyes. They suck. I don't think they should be legal. There are very few situations in which anyone is happy to be saying goodbye, one of which is when a serial killer knocks on your door and you somehow get him to walk away; and even then you probably wouldn't be happy, you'd be scared to death. But despite all these unattractive attributes, I have to say goodbye a lot. I say goodbye in August when my parents take me to the airport so I can go back to school.

This is a blog about change, inside and out. It's about taking a scary risk and hoping for the best. This is a blog about the biggest roller-coaster ride anyone has ever faced. Today I begin my journey from small town Texan to full-blown Parisienne. I'm taking a moment to take everything in, but not too long; before I know it, I'll be hurtling down that first hill into the unknown.