Going Away

I've never gone away. Never spent a few weeks at summer camp. Never went to stay at my grandma's house for a handful of nights. Never have spent more than two days away from my family. I'm not a hermit though!  I spent my fair share of time outside of my house: running errands, hanging out with friends, bopping around town. But every night I come back to my bed. Sleep in the familiar room I have called my own for twelve years. 

In less than a month (23 days in fact) I will be leaving my room. That means I'm leaving my comfort zone.  

Am I scared? Terrified. 

Am I excited? More than you could ever know. 

I'm the type of girl that shies away from sleepovers. I do not care if it's my best friend or my worst enemy extending the invitation. I'm a social home-body. There is nothing more rewarding than spending time with friends and bonding over what you have in common. At the end of the day, though, I love returning to my home. My comfort zone. 

On the flip side, very few great things come from remaining in the proverbial comfort zone. In fact, I cannot think of a single achievement that could result from staying in the same old rut. That's why I'm so excited. Yes, I will be leaving the only place I have ever known. But, I'm leaving for something better. I'm going out into the world for the first time. Instead of seeing the same faces day in and day out, I will be surrounding my a sea of strangers. I'm trading comfort for adventure, and sometimes that is exactly what you have to do. If you stay in the same place forever, some of your dreams will never come true.  

xoxo,

Royse.