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Even though Caleb had been aware of the upcoming trip, despite him pondering the oddness of if, it somehow didn't really sink in until the wee hours this morning.
He'd woken up with a bout of anxiety that he didn't know quite how to deal with because it had nothing to do with his aversion to looking out a window at night, or wondering if the night sounds were the normal spooky sounds or just slightly different.
This was the anxiety of someone who'd never even dreamed of leaving the country. Only occasionally thought about leaving the mountains, and that was usually because Grace loved to talk about them moving to a seaside town. (He'd have done it in a second for her but he never really believed it)
Leaving Appalachia had been scary. Being in a city had been thrilling. Fandom was a nice bizarre middle ground, being a small town. But this? He started thinking about excuses not to go. Then he remembered a bit of advice Melvin Blevins had imparted to him.
"Never make any decisions in th' wee hours young feller. When yer scared o' th' future or what that twinge in yer side means, them's the hours yer mind plays tricks. Ah hope yuh never learn th' hard way. Like I did."
He didn't get back to sleep, but a bit of hot cocoa in the kitchen was helping him think of all the reasons to go.
[Open for any night owls]
He'd woken up with a bout of anxiety that he didn't know quite how to deal with because it had nothing to do with his aversion to looking out a window at night, or wondering if the night sounds were the normal spooky sounds or just slightly different.
This was the anxiety of someone who'd never even dreamed of leaving the country. Only occasionally thought about leaving the mountains, and that was usually because Grace loved to talk about them moving to a seaside town. (He'd have done it in a second for her but he never really believed it)
Leaving Appalachia had been scary. Being in a city had been thrilling. Fandom was a nice bizarre middle ground, being a small town. But this? He started thinking about excuses not to go. Then he remembered a bit of advice Melvin Blevins had imparted to him.
"Never make any decisions in th' wee hours young feller. When yer scared o' th' future or what that twinge in yer side means, them's the hours yer mind plays tricks. Ah hope yuh never learn th' hard way. Like I did."
He didn't get back to sleep, but a bit of hot cocoa in the kitchen was helping him think of all the reasons to go.
[Open for any night owls]
