Moving forward

I am moving to a strange city and leaving everything I know behind. It will just be me, starting a new chapter in my life. I could've stayed close to home, lived where all my friends are, taken the safe, more comfortable route, and I almost did. But then, how would I ever know what I am truly capable of? How would I be ever to live my life to the fullest? I would rather regret taking a risk than regret being too afraid to try. When I come to die, I don't want to discover that I have not lived. So although I am scared out of my mind, I am also eagerly awaiting the day that I get to suck deep the marrow of life.