In which this girl becomes terrified of being forgotten.

Three weeks from today I'm moving from the land of lakes to the land of Mormons. High school was not the loveliest of experiences for me, and I have always been excited to go to college and explore the greater things in life, so, why is leaving Minnesota starting to feel like such a terrible idea?
If we are being real honest here, I do not have a lot of friends here, the people at my church are starting to get on my nerves, and there is no way I can be a minimum wage employee living in my parents basement for much longer. There is only one reason for the sudden urge to run as far away from Utah as possible and/or live in my parents basement for the rest of my life; family.
I do not want to leave the people I love most behind. School will be fine, i'll eventually get a job and figure out how to pay for things, my roommates most likely will not steal my kitchen-aid stand mixer or break my pastry blender. Even if they did, those problems are all material problems. Fail a class and you pay to take it again, your roommates trash your stuff and you buy new stuff, but your family, mess that up and you are dealing with a much bigger, absolutely terrifying problem.
I'm moving away, and my family is going to stay here in Minnesota, living life exactly the same, just one less spot at the dinner table.
                       


The worst scenario possible, for me anyway, would be my family feeling like they don't need me to have a happy life. Because I sure need them.
xoxo.
Sarah