Two weeks

I have a pile in the corner of my room of things that I am taking when I move. It is not much. Art, posters, tins, cork board, letter board, magnets. Mostly things I will use to decorate my new space. I am not bringing much though. Taking things, not taking things, it all seems so ceremonious.

Who will I be? 

Just as well as my curation of the things I am taking, I feel like I can curate myself. Except for the months at Jess' I have never moved. My parents bought the house I live in now a few months after I was born. I never had to wave goodbye to all my friends before. I never had to start at a new school as the new one. 

I will still be exactly me though. Just a few miles more South. I will only be free in the sense that I am a few more miles away from everything I have ever known. That is really tantalizing to me. 

I am not running. I never was running. I just want to know what it is like. I am just curious. I am only chasing my dreams.