That's not entirely true. It's not the moving, the finding-a-place, the packing, the unpacking, the knowing no one, the big city, or the new surroundings that terrify me.
It's the fact that after I take this step, I don't know what's next.
|There's nothing on my horizon 'cept |
a bottle of cheap wine
In short, I've got to take a deep breath and step somewhere.
That's a terrifying threat waiting in the shadows. So it makes a girl wary of her steps.
And it makes her pray for some handrails, a headlamp, or some painted arrows on the wall.
Maybe a spirit guide.
I'm secretly praying my spirit guides are the Animaniacs.
So, readers? Did you ever know you had to start travelling somewhere, but you didn't know which direction to take? What did you do? How did you decide? Let me know in the comments.