So it's finally starting to hit me. I've only got about a week & a half until I move back home. I won't be seeing these places again for probably a good amount of time. I won't get to bitch with Jeanette during work, or talk to Rita after I'm off the clock. No more spontaneous Pizza Hut/Walmart trips with Cara. No more clay classes with Marsha and Ande (gonna miss them probably more than I realize...) And what I'm going to notice the most, no more coming & going as I please. Back to getting permission and justifying my need to leave the house. Regretfully I am preparing to return to that, heartened only by the thought that I'll be able to see my old friends whenever we're free, and not just on Friday nights.
I'll also miss the weekly/biweekly trip to grandma's. I really enjoyed those :(
As much as I want to get back home, part of me isn't wanting to leave. Part of me doesn't want to leave the few friends I've made here, on the fear that I'll never see them again.
ETA: this blog originally posted at 11:11 AM. Make a wish...
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