Pilot.

In twelve hours, I will move 1300 miles away from the city I've lived in since age six. I am freaking terrified. I feel like that kid stranded on the high dive- I know I have to jump, lest I look like a loser and disappoint even myself. But am I going to sink so deep that I won't be able to find the surface again? It's a risk we've all taken, and I'm about to take the dive in a much more adult way. I just hope I can swim. If not? Well then, I'm sure you'll pass me on 95 trying to thumb it back to Florida. I may have finally lost it.