Aug 27, 2005 12:04
I really don't know what to say at this point. In the scheme of things, leaving is a small hurdle. Think of all that you would be missing out on if you ran from leaving and saying goodbye. Isn't that a lot worse? The past few days I have been trying to think of something else to think about, besides leaving. It seems that that is what has been occupying our minds for the past week, and now that I'm the last one out, that's all I can think about.
I'm not leaving anyone, really. Everyone has already left me. I'm going to be sad to see my family go, but I know that they will always be there, so I'm not distressed over it.
But I'm leaving this place. This place that I love. This place that I have known forever. This place is what I will miss the most. I do love it here. I love all the people, I love all the places. Everything that is most important to me has gone on here. I have laughed the hardest, loved the most, hurt the worst, and it all seems to be coming back to me at this very moment.
I'm not nervous about school. I try to make the best out of any situation (if I've learned anything, I've learned that). I'm not depressed about leaving. I'm not even very sad. I'm just... overwhelmed.
Once I leave Skaneatles I'll be OK. I'll be extremely excited again like I was a week ago. I know no one will be reading this, because I haven't written in this thing in what seems like forever, but I just needed to tell myself more than anyone else.