Charlotte, NC
It’s kind of late. I’m sitting in a nice leather chair, listening to Letterman. I just hung up with one of my web men, a Mr. Bobby Blake. I came home after the NCAA Championship expecting to pack for my trip (I leave tomorrow). Instead, he showed me the updated site and all the things I can do. The first thing I had to do was type an entry to see how this worked.
It’s been a weird few days. For months I have planned this trip. Now the time is here and reality has set in. It all hit me last night. My buddy from home, Ryan, who now lives here had his parents in town. I went and had dinner with the three of them and his girlfriend. I got knocked to the couch by some tasty chicken french (send me that recipe, man), a few beers, and cake with strawberries. I recooped and it was time to leave to go where I’m staying (thanks so much to Mike and Veronica). Ryan gave me a gas card (thanks) and a sad feeling came over me. “Man, I am leaving. I am really doing this. I’m leaving all of the friends that I’ve made here. I’m leaving the family I have here.”
Today was more good bye’s and a few tears. But, as I sit here in this chair, the butterflies and adrenaline have crushed the fear and anxiety. I am ready to go.
My dried up contacts tell me it’s time for bed. I have to get up and pack my car, take what I can’t fit to my storage shed, and head out to High Point, NC for my first Road interview.
Wish me luck. I’ll be back.
Good night,
Andrew