It's crazy

Aug 05, 2006 23:51

I've just been thinking a lot today about how crazy this really is. This. The fact that this is my ver last weekend home ever while living at home. It's strange to think about, really. Sure I'll be coming back every 2 or 3 weeks but it won't be the same. There will be a cold familiarity to my room, to the kitchen, to my couch, even to my back porch ( Read more... )

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steevven1 August 6 2006, 04:23:59 UTC
man, i do not wanna leave high school. just for those reasons. i am peter pan.

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gottabethehair August 6 2006, 15:03:48 UTC
I feel like I'm going to be somewhere in between. Like i still belong here (at home) but my parents are giving me a chance to go off alone for a while and try out the independent thing. College isn't the real world yet anyway. But I'm excited for all of us. And happy that even though we'll be in a new place, there will still be some familiar and ridiculous faces to help.
-Nicole

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ineedachillpill August 6 2006, 15:32:03 UTC
"Trepidation" is the perfect word for all of this. It's one thing to be excited about moving to college but it's another when it's all staring you in the face with a running countdown. But, I know you'll do fine, better than fine, you'll do great.

And unfortunately, no amount of hugs or kisses or goodbyes will ever be enough.

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xunsungpsalmx August 6 2006, 17:24:05 UTC
last night amongst tantilizing fUndue and hidden temple majesty, i found myself looking around a lot in disbelief that it was our last hurrah. and then i thought, "shut up, you'll have, like, 10 million more hurrahs with these people before you all become super models." so i guess i'm trying to say that i'm confident that this isn't the end, but it really is an exciting new beginning to growing to be better people and, naturally, better friends.
apologies for the sap, but chocolate-covered brownies get me that way.
hahah.

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irishcremesaver August 8 2006, 05:07:12 UTC
Until I read this post I'd never really thought of this time as being the last time we were truely *living* at home. After this we're really just visiting home.

Call it a teen-life crisis, but that thought makes me thoroughly depressed.

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