I am moving out in approximately forty-two hours.
My brain is currently incoherently scrambled. Every time I sit down to write out my thoughts, they spill out awkwardly — much like the bags and suitcases I am attempting to stuff with my various possessions. But suffice it to say that:
– I am really going to miss my cat.
– I am going to miss my bed, and the way the sun shines through my windows.
– I will dearly miss my siblings, and their happy chatter.
– I will miss getting up in the morning, making coffee, and going to work.
– I am going to miss my coworkers, and the atmosphere of the office. I am going to miss The Wall of Shame, silly conversations, interacting with customers, and the epic feeling that ensues clocking out at 5 o’clock.
– I am going to miss the country. The wildflowers, the cows, and the sunsets. Even those dad-blasted crickets that never shut up. (Seriouslty, it’s a problem.)
– I am going to miss going on coffee dates and trying to last through Harry Potter marathons with great friends.
– I am greatly looking forward to meeting my roommate, and decorating our dorm room together.
– I am almost ecstatic (see also: slightly nervous) to begin pursuing dance at a more professional level. I am excited to learn about everything from dancing to choreography, to costume design and lighting, to auditioning. Yes, I am even looking forward to the physically exhausting, emotionally draining audition cycle.
– I am excited for Biology, which is my second major.
– I am looking forward to doing a bit of traveling. The kind that actually requires a passport.
– I am terrified that I decided to combine a science major with a performing arts major. I recently received a rough schedule, and yeah, it is rough. (Lectures + labs + rehearsals = no time for lunch. Or sleep, really.)
– I am beyond excited to pursue what I love in an encouraging, faith centered environment.
First semester, I am ready.