i'm about to fly the coop for the second time. it's a very strange feeling, leaving your home for another one. where your momma can't protect you from the infinite amount of possibilites that you might screw it all up. where the boy you love but can't love and don't love (for both of your sakes) is not. but where the knowledge of things wild and beautiful and sad lies in the pages of a book. and where the friendships that have not yet been forged idle, waiting to be awakened. and so, with a quivering heart off i go...