Cementing a Plan

How exactly does one just wake up and go...f my life...im moving to Alaska. In truth, the plan had been kicking around the old noodle for a while, and like all things preternaturally pre-ordained by...well...by whatever, I just had to wait for a way.
Given that the word plan enters my vocabulary very infrequently, and even less when the words long-term come before it, this moment of clarity is quite shocking, so I thought, gee...I should document and share with the world. But the story doesn't start here.
It starts with a quarter-life crisis, like every other great adventure story...and you folks were hoping for some originality.
Maggie was lost. Two college degrees, a rocking internship with a U.S. Senators Office, and she still had no idea what to do with herself, or where to do it. It seemed she had picked the worst time imaginable to graduate college and start looking for a job in Michigan. After a lot of hopelessness and one very long night spent contemplating the adult ads on craigslist, she realized she had to get out.
Sure she had furniture and a boy who loved her...kind of...but thats what storage is for...well..not the boy...but you get the picture...Who knows what they want to do at 22 anyways? It sounded like a good time for a crazy plan. She used to be the queen of them, and she had been recently disappointed by her boring, non-spontaneous, churlish and overall lack-luster life. What better way to thin an apartment full of crap and a life full of half-committed relationships, anyway? - She would be back in three months to see if any of it was real.
At the exact same moment, hear dear friend Mo was having a crisis of her own. Her hubby had dragged her all the way to Anchorage, dropped trou, stuffed her oven full of bun, and marched off in to battle...and so she found herself in Alaska, lonely and hormonal. She begged and pleaded with all her freinds to visit...and Maggie thought...why not...you should always help the diseased...I'll do more than visit! I'LL STAY! Facing down the front end of her dream to live among the moose and caribou, she somehow talked her roomie into ending their lease, her sister into taking her car, and Expedia into agreeing to very low plane fare. Thus, a crazy plan had cemented itself and destiny was taking shape.
Approximately 90 days from now and she would be collecting her degree in the mail, having a rummage sale, moving to Anchorage, and buying a bike...if she was going to live in the wilderness, she may as well get her ass in shape...