My parents are in town for a few days, and I spent quite a while talking with them. They reassured me in every way. They want me to succeed, and I seem to be the disbeliever. My dad put a lot of confidence back in me. I know I can do what I'm about to do, I just fear the method of getting there. Both my Mom and Dad have a work ethic beyond compare to anyone I have ever met, or even heard of. I'm glad they have faith in me. Sometimes that's all I have.

I went out to eat with some friends tonight. It's scary to think, that in just three weeks, I'll be in another state. Another time zone, another coast, another climate. I'm scared and excited, but fearful, and hopeful. It's one of those moments, that I'm not sure if I should laugh or cry.

Part of me is staying here, with someone I love very much. Another part of me is screaming for absolute joy, that I'm being given the greatest opportunity, of my entire life. I hope someday, these two things, love for life, and love for someone, will coincide.

I'm extremely tired, and I'm already dreading what I have to do at work tomorrow.