On The Road- (Niall Horan)

On The Road- (Niall Horan)

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After a 30 minute commute I am here standing in front of the building that contains the resources to change my life in ways I could have never imagined. Part of me wants to run in there and embrace everything they have to offer and the other part of wants to take the 30 minutes to go back home and crawl into my bed and never get up again. I take a deep breath looking down at my charm bracelet, then opened the door to the excessively tall building. As I enter the elevator and go up to the 19th floor, my hands are sweating and I feel like I'm going to throw up. My life is about to be turned upside down.
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