I had thought about it. I had dreamt of it. I had planned for it. I didn’t talk much about it, but I finally was on my way to do it.

“I’m taking Jack to baseball practice! I’ll be back in an hour! Call me if you need me!” my mom called from downstairs.
” Ok!” I answer with mock cheeriness. But she doesn’t notice. If she does, then she doesn’t do anything about it. C’mon…hurry up I think. I hear a door close and the tires squeal quietly away. It’s 4:30 right now and I have 15 minutes before the bus arrives at my street. I quickly make sure I have everything in my bag: wallet, my mom’s credit card, a dress, teeshirts, a few pairs of jeans, flipflops, eyeliner, my sketchbook, my headphones, iPod and charger. I grab the leather jacket hanging on the hook by my bedroom door and jog downstairs. I toss a bag of snack in and I walk out the door. I take a deep breath and walk down the steps off the patio. The cool spring air surrounded and filled me. This is the beginning of something beautiful I thought.