Laptop check. Laptop charger check. Phone check (that’s gonna be in my pocket!). Phone charger check. Glasses check. Glasses case check. Books I need to read check. Mouse check. USB hub check. Over ear headphones check. Ear buds check. Fitbit check. Fitbit charger check. Flash drives check. External hard drive check. Power strip check. Notebook check. No room for my speakers.

Shirts check. Pants check. Boxers check. Shorts check. Socks check. Undershirts check. Sneakers check. Running shoes check. Flip flops check. Suit check. Dress shoes check. Towel check.

Toothpaste check. Toothbrush check. Listerine check. Retainer check. Floss check. Super-floss check. Advil check. Cough drops check. Razor check. Shaving cream check (I’ll probably need it… once!). Bedding check.

Mom, can you check if I got everything?


My life for two months is now in a luggage, a backpack, and a carry-on.

Now that it’s really coming down to it, the idea of living on my own seems pretty daunting. I’ve lived in a dorm before. I’ve even survived the wilderness of Vietnam! But, I’ve never been completely alone. I guess I won’t be alone, per se, in Boston, but I definitely won’t have friends or family nearby to support me.

I don’t feel that independent right now. I hope I can make it fine there; I have to. Coming of age really hit me. Does it hit everybody this hard? I’m going to move into my apartment and I have never met my roommates other than online. I’m going to work a 9-5. I am so excited, but at the same time I am not sure if I can do a good job. What if I get in an accident up there? Knock on wood.

It’s basically like entering a whole new life. Leave your friends, family, home-cooked meals, studies, and even your desktop. I am jumping from the nest and I don’t know if I’ll spread my wings quickly enough. Evolution comes as punctuated equilibrium. This trip is one of my forks. Hopefully there won’t be any merge conflicts when I get back. The only way to do it is all at once.

“The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks.” - Ryan Bingham (George Clooney)

Boston here I come.


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