I know what I always say about, "living life to the fullest!" and, "doing things that scare you!" and, "not being afraid of exploring!" and all sorts of other cliches.
But right now, all of that bravado and enthusiasm aside: I am slightly terrified of yet again moving to a new place and getting settled, finding a job, and making new friends.
I'm going to miss these people.
I'm going to miss this place.
I'm going to miss the trees and the rain and the mountains and the boundless creativity that seems to flourish here.
I'm going to miss Penland.
I really am.