For the first time in my life, I don't know where I'm going to be in the next year. And for some reason, this is the first time I've actually thought about it. It's like I am scared to leave, but I'm also scared to stay. Knoxville is home. This has been my life for the past seventeen years. This place, these people, they are a part of me. How can I just let them go? But how can I hold myself back? I was the last person I thought would care about this, but, surprisingly, I do. My heart is divided; divided between enjoyable comfort and exciting risk.
With Love, Sarah
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