...And we're off!

It's funny. This is the second time I'm sitting down to write this post. The first time seemed just fine when i wrote it, but now, in retrospect it seems hollow, and utterly false. We can't have that. Can we? What's the point of keeping a record if you fail to do so as honestly as you're able.

I'm excited. Have no doubt. It's time for this journey to begin, but I find myself oddly sad to be leaving. Not just the people. I'll miss you all, and saying goodbye to you, was much harder than I thought it would be. Even though I'll see you all in September it seems likely that none of us will be the same people then, that we are now. I'm sure I won't be.

This is the scariest thing I've ever done, and while I know, esoterically, that it's a good thing, that doesn't change the fact that my self-preservation circuits are screaming out for me to stop, to stay here, to chicken out, and go back to the drudgery of a safe existence that brings no real challenges, and no real chance at true happiness.

I can't do that.

It's too late for that Aaron. He's already dead, and though I'm sad to be leaving this life, and you all behind, I am truly excited about the possibilities that lay ahead. It's probably for the best that I'm going to have several stops along the way where I'll be able to recharge, and see people I love, because I have a feeling that I'm going to need it.

I leave in the morning. I'm going to leave later than I originally planned, so that I can see Miguel and Mindy one last time before I go. I want to reiterate how much your love and support has meant to me through all of this, and especially now. I may add more to this in the morning, but I have a feeling that I won't. I'll let this stay as it stands, a testament to the journey, and more importantly to the fear of the unknown that we all know so well.