Tears, Mickey, and Brawl

This is it... I'm about to leave my family for seven months to pursue my photography career, or something like that. My bags: packed and at the ready. Traveling buddy? Check. Video game destressing? Currently in progress. =]

Currently, there are three scenarios that the road ahead may bring me.

Scenario one: arrive at Disney, hit the ground running. Learn the ropes, and start having a blast taking photos.

Scenario two: hit the ground. Literally. If that plane crashes, I'm screwed.

Scenario three: I hate my job, and I forgo the benefits of Florida Disneyness and return home.

Erm... hard choice, but I'm gonna go with scenario one. Getting paid to live in Florida for seven months is something I'm quite down with.

Feelings? Plenty, thank you. When I hugged my little sister goodbye and she wouldn't let go, I almost cried. She said something about wanting to go swimming in Florida...

Along with the blatant, tearful reminder that I'm indeed a human being, I'm feeling several other things. Eagerness. Anxiety. Cautiousness. And that odd feeling you get when you're about to do something amazing that you've never quite experienced before.

That's all for now... imma go kick some butt with Kirby now. Sleep? Perhaps... but definitely not much.

Deep breath. Don't look back. And for the love of God, Don't Panic.

**what what**

- Knolster