Man, it keeps hitting me, how much I've settled into my life at home, how every time I turn a corner, I expect the same exact thing to be on the other side, and unless my mother moves something, it always is, every time, without fail. It keeps hitting me that I'm gonna move out soon, and I'm gonna lose that feeling of familiarity from just walking around my home. The more I realize this, the more afraid I feel. At first, I wasn't sure what I was afraid of, but now I know. I'm afraid that I won't even get there. I'm afraid that I'll never get to experience what it's like to round that corner and not know intuitively what's on the other side.
BREAK OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE, DARIAN. GAH.