Prologue: Am I really doing this?
The truck is packed. Everything that I own, packed into boxes and bags, is now in the back of this moving truck. It’s crazy to think that someone’s entire world can fit into one small U-Haul. Most of this stuff I bought after I left ten months ago. When I moved out in March, everything I owned fit into the back of the pick-up truck. I was starting over from scratch then, building up my broken life to start brand new. Now it’s December 31 and here we are again. Am I really doing this?
I climb into the truck and pause. I think back on these last ten months, the last nine years… hell, I look back on my whole life. I’m 34 years old and about to start my life over in a brand-new city that I’ve only visited a couple of times. With my cat, Mojo, in the seat next to me I know that no matter what happens, this is the right decision. It’s time to start fresh and to pave a new path for myself.
People have always underestimated me, but no matter how many times I fall down, I always get back up again. No matter how many ways people try to stop me, I never stop fighting. I can hear the voices of the doubters in my head, but I drown them out. I’m stronger than that, stronger than they will ever know. Underestimate me, tell me that I’ll fail, expect me to come crawling back with nothing to show for it. No matter what, I’ll prove you wrong. I always do.
Music on, I pull out of the driveway away from the place that turned out to be only a temporary home. Here we go. Who in their right mind would move to New York City on New Year’s Eve?