Tomorrow I move out of a place that I have called home for over ten years and head towards an uncertain future. I am a bit scared of what will happen or if I will make it in the career I have chosen for myself. Recently I graduated from Full Sail University with a Bachelor's Degree in Film. Just after my graduation I got an internship at a company called Odyssey Creative. Several months pass in a flash and before I knew it my internship was over and now in less than a day I'm heading to Atlanta where I have a better chance at getting a job. Of course it won't be easy due to the economy but I will keep pushing forward in order to reach the goals I have set for myself. I guess I have more excitement than fear in my heart, but never the less its' a feeling I haven't had in a long time.
I just sat down after going through my room, everything boxed up and ready to go. My soon to be old room is now as barren as the day I moved in. Memories seem to flood back into my thoughts with every item I place into a box and I wonder where did the time go. I haven't moved to much in my life and I suppose that isn't a bad thing. I made friends, memories that are unforgettable, and hopefully I left a lasting impression on the people I met along the way. The hardest thing though is moving away from a family that has always been there for me whenever I needed them, and though that won't change it still hurts to know that I won't live as close as I would like to be.
We get older and we move on, it is a part of life and it happens more often than you want it to. It has been a long road but it wouldn't of been possible without a great father to support my every move and a stepmother who has been there for me whenever I needed someone. I have a mother who always has an open ear whenever I need to talk to someone, a sister who seems to know to call me when she has something on her mind, and a stepfather who has more patience than the average person and I thank them all for being there for me. I can't complain about the life I have had in Florida. I suppose the move won't be so bad, but moving away from something I have known my whole life is not as easy as I would like it to be.
We will see where this road will take me and I will stay positive no matter the outcome. Things seem to work out in the end, but until then I will just enjoy the ride.
I just sat down after going through my room, everything boxed up and ready to go. My soon to be old room is now as barren as the day I moved in. Memories seem to flood back into my thoughts with every item I place into a box and I wonder where did the time go. I haven't moved to much in my life and I suppose that isn't a bad thing. I made friends, memories that are unforgettable, and hopefully I left a lasting impression on the people I met along the way. The hardest thing though is moving away from a family that has always been there for me whenever I needed them, and though that won't change it still hurts to know that I won't live as close as I would like to be.
We get older and we move on, it is a part of life and it happens more often than you want it to. It has been a long road but it wouldn't of been possible without a great father to support my every move and a stepmother who has been there for me whenever I needed someone. I have a mother who always has an open ear whenever I need to talk to someone, a sister who seems to know to call me when she has something on her mind, and a stepfather who has more patience than the average person and I thank them all for being there for me. I can't complain about the life I have had in Florida. I suppose the move won't be so bad, but moving away from something I have known my whole life is not as easy as I would like it to be.
We will see where this road will take me and I will stay positive no matter the outcome. Things seem to work out in the end, but until then I will just enjoy the ride.
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