Life changes and minimum wage

It's 10 am on a Monday and I have no idea when I'm supposed to go into work. I have that sinking feeling that it was supposed to be at 9, which probably means that it was in actuality 9, but I don't think I'll get into too much trouble. For some reason after I went through the wake up process of snoozing my alarm about 4 times, I found myself in an extremely good mood. Everyday gets closer and closer to the big move, and packing my things makes that all the more real. Realizing that I am actually going to escape the protective bubble that Ruston puts over all who reside here, is a little nerve racking. For the first time in my 22 years of life I will live in a place that is out of my parents' zone of protection. This is exhilarating! After 18 years of living under their roof and then 4 years spent living an hour east of their roof, I am going 6 hours west under the roof that my buddy's dad owns but I will pridefully call my home. The risk of not having a job yet excites me as well as not knowing how everything will turn out. I have faith that I'll be fine, but you never know...and I think that "you never know" is what I'm truly chasing. For 22 years I have known I'll be fine. On all my trips and adventures there was always that "you'll be home soon" logic permeating through my subconcious, whether I wanted it too or not. But for once in my life I won't be home soon...so I've got a month to strategially pack my bandana, find a suitable stick that doesn't disagree too much with my left shoulder, figure out how to tie said bandana securely to said stick and hit the pavement. See ya Ruston, see ya bible belt, see ya friends, I won't be home soon...