How Lucky I am to Have Something that Makes Saying Goodbye so Hard

I crawl into bed with a crisp glass of Dr. Pepper in my hand and a new blog post on my mind.

The first semester of my Senior year is nearly over. My application to the only college I have ever wanted to attend has been mailed. My life is changing everyday, I am doing things for the last time, and preparing myself to say goodbye to things and people I know. I have so many thoughts jumping around in my head, I have no idea where to start .
Let me just challenge college as a whole. Following is a very unorganized list of thought, questions, and/or seventeen year old drama concerning my departure to college in about seven months.

• What if for some unreasonable, unthinkable, totally horrible and crazy reason I am not accepted. I am aware that my place in the top 5% of my class means that this probably won’t happen. But still, what if?
• Can I handle the possibility of living with a complete stranger, that very well could have the makings of an Unsub? I have never shared a thing in my life. I. Am. Screwed.
• I am confident that I will not miss many people from home. And when I say ‘many’, I mean I probably won’t miss anyone but five very important people. Mom, Dad, Bri, my Nannie, and Collin.

• Is knowing how to do my own laundry, and how to cook Ramen noodles, enough? Will I survive?
• I have a feeling that me leaving will seriously mess my parents up, if not push them farther apart.
• People do it all the time. Long distance relationships work.. right?

I reserve the right to add to this list at any given time.
How does that song go? Every new beginning is some other beginning’s end. I agree. High school went by so fast. Too fast. Entirely too fast. I liked High school. A lot. But I am on to bigger ponds, smaller fish.

That is all for now. Surprisingly this post has brought on an undesired sense of melancholy.

peace

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