Night Before

Hello Readers, Family, Friends, Strangers and Acquaintances,
So I'm leaving in about 13 hours to start my trek to San Antonio, so I figured this would be as good as a time as any to start my story. I guess I need sort of an introduction to what I am doing, so here goes.
City Year is a program which is part of Americorps. People ages 17-24 serve in an inner city across America as role models, student mentors, and run after school programs. I heard of City Year in mid April through a job shadow day and applied to serve where most needed. For some reason unknown to me, that place was San Antonio. But everything happens for a reason I guess.
My parents and I are driving 20 hours in my baby Herman, which is now packed with everything I deem necessary for a year of my life. It is surprisingly little and surprisingly a lot. Who knows how much I will actually return with or how much I will actually use.
I am currently facing the crisis of most 18 year old individuals in America, or in the world (wherever 18 is the legal age of independence (even if it's not the mental age)) at this time, leaving home and setting off on some new strange adventure. I'm sure most of my fears are the same as theirs. I envision many a night sobbing in my bunk bed blasting the Evanston song. Hopefully, that vision will not come true and I will not be homesick at all, as my track record would indicate, but my mass amounts of nostalgia are pointing me to believe in a different direction.
I hope that future blog posts will be more interesting, but basically if I were to extend this any longer you might learn just how stressed I am about leaving home, my friends and everything I know to embark, and that's just not as fun. Everyone has to leave home at some point, and this is my some point I guess. Even if it is a month earlier than anyone else.
I close with a daily hero, I'm not sure if this will continue but I think it is good to acknowledge the people that help us get over all of life's little speed bumps.
Hero of the Day: Jon and Issac who assured me that Herman was not broken and could safely transport me and all of my stuff to San Antonio