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I hate change, generally. Change has been the hardest thing in my life to deal with. Not that I'm alone in the world with this problem, I'm just stating the fact. I suck at change.

Tomorrow I move away, probably for the last time. Hopefully, my junk won't ever again be piled to the ceiling in my parents' guest room and my tiny room here at home will have more than a single pathway to the door. The next step - after a year and a half of school - is Arizona. So home in R--, is not really an option any more.

I'm moving to a beautiful house in a residential area, only 2 miles from campus - close enough to walk, far enough away from the noise. I'll have a little over a week to get settled before classes. And I have no idea what to expect from life this year. It's scary.

Everytime I leave home to live somewhere new, I wonder to myself: Will I be able to handle this? Will this be the breaking point? I guess it's a good thing I have so much self-confidence.

But I'm excited in my own sort of way. I love packing and unpacking - making everything fit perfectly. At least I have that to look forward to.

So long hometown. I'll visit, but I don't plan to stay forever. I turned out alright, so thanks for that, I guess.