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There was no way I could keep my eyes shut, it was almost midnight and an unsettling feeling in my stomach kept me from a sound sleep. In eight hours, I will be on a flight to London to assume my new position at the Museum of London, one of many firsts in my 26 years of life. For a while, I just stared up at the ceiling of my old childhood bedroom pondering.
I don't know what made me more nervous, leaving my family for the first time or fear of the unknown. I was going to miss the changing of the New England seasons, the smell of the spring flowers in bloom, the crisp fresh ocean breeze on a summer night and the ever changing foliage of the fall. Most of all, I was going to miss my loving yet controlling mother, always meddling in my life, my protective tough guy on the outside father, who I had wrapped around my little finger, even the closeness of my family and friends around whenever I needed them. My heart is telling me I have to go–a job opportunity like this doesn't come but once in a lifetime and the strange pull inside myself also securing my decision even more.