I am 36 hours away from completing my internship.
I am 38 hours away from completing my job at The Daily Universe (give or take a few hours).
I am 17 days away from moving out of my apartment.
I am 23 days and 6 hours away from leaving Utah.
I am 24 days away from being completely lost in what could happen next in my life. I have no concrete plans. Just a 20 hour drive to a new state in hopes of finding a job, in hopes of saving up to go to grad school, in hopes of getting into that grad school, in hopes of graduating in something I actually want to do for the rest of my life.
I'm swimming around in a lot of "away from's." I have a feeling I'll soon be drowning in the "hopes." The ground, I suppose, will be when I find "is." Oh, sweet solid ground. I'm a-comin' for ya.
Suddenly being young and free isn't so appealing. Old and settled. That's what I want right now.