One week until my road trip/new life on the other side of the country begins

Holy wow.

Months ago I joked, "I am just going to move to Oregon and become a hop farmer."

Now jump six months forward, I AM in fact moving to Oregon, with plans of doing stuff different than the way I did them in Boston.

My frustration at the moment:  CRAIGSLIST SCAMS!  I immediately will never trust a male traveling nurse ever again, and I am not one to judge anyone, although I will always scour at them a little in my heart of hearts.  Not that I actually lost any money to any of these hideous trolls of nature who prey upon those wanting to move, but I always thought renting a place is mutually beneficial contract, apparently not so, on that craigslist.

My worry at the moment:  My last week with my boyfriend of 9 years.  We have acted, no, have been so natural around each other, knowing that every minute is closer and closer to my departure.

So why am I leaving?  Today I have actually asked myself that a lot.  I live in an amazingly beautiful condo, with a man that adores me and a pretty damn good job............but I want more.

My beautiful condo is so comfortable sometimes it is my fortress where I hope in secret that my friends will "forget" to text me they are down the street or waiting on my ass to walk the dog and meet them.

My man, is easily the best human being I will ever know.  Kind and rational, he evens out my blunt nature and erratic emotions.  He however, craves a simple life.  Going to the same places.  Sitting in the same spot on the couch.  Flying under the radar.  I on the other hand, am not always boisterous, but will vocalize what I want and how I see things.  I am curious and want to explore and go with things that intrigue me.  He's just along for the ride.

My job.  I feel I have no where to grow.  I love people, I love socializing and making good experiences and that is why I have been in hospitality so long.  But it is in hospitality where I have grown so cynical.  I've lost hope in humanity in so many ways.  I have myself grown ungrateful.

I need to go somewhere that I can help others, flourish and share my gifts with many.  I need live music and parks and nights off to socialize or create, not fortress myself away.

I believe that going to a different place will put me out of my comfort zone and into a land where I can be me.  So I can find the me that I want to be again, not in the stagnant routine I have been stuck in currently.

I am nervous, but man am I ever excited.

One week to go