April 9, 2009

• In precisely one month, the dorms close for the summer.  Then, all that stands between me and the drive home is an audition.

  So, in one month and a few hours, I'll be headed home.  For the summer.

  Or, for about half the summer, anyway.  In July I get to come back and chill for a couple weeks and then teach!

  But it blows my mind that the first year has gone so fast.

   

  I'm going to miss the boy.  Haven't I promised myself, so many times, that I'll never do the long-distance thing again?

  Oh well.  I guess this time, since it's just for a month and a half, it won't be so bad.

   

  I kind of miss it, I'll admit.  I'm looking forward to reconnecting with the youth group and to taking my brother out to Dairy Queen or Sonic in the evenings and to cooking for and with my mother and to getting to spend my lazy summer days doing not much of anything but chilling at home.

  Because this is the last time I'm ever going to be living at that house for more than, say, a week at a time for Thanksgiving or Christmas or spring break.

  Next summer, I plan on either studying abroad or doing research, and the following summer is the same deal.

  So, when I move more of my stuff down to Georgia in July, I really will be moving out of my parents' house.  For good.

  And that's kind of mind-blowing to consider.

   

  One month.  One month from now is the beginning of the end.

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