I just wrote a post that was getting way too long and I think I lost my focus in it. Basically, it was about having those conflicting feelings now that my move is getting closer. I think about how this city has never felt like home, and I don’t want to continue to live like that! I think about how I can’t see myself at my school in ten years (at least, I won’t be happy there). But I also think about those few really special people I’ve met here who make it hard to leave. Who I will really miss and I will be heart broken if we don’t keep in touch. And about how isn’t it funny that the sweetest part is what is making this so hard?
SOL July 15, 2014