Going away
Well, I don't really know what to say about leaving. It is hard. I have been an unpredictable water spout all day. I had a wonderful last day catching up with Mr. McCarthy and eating a lovely dinner at The Pink Door with my family. The city was beautiful. It is hard to leave because I love so many people and places and I worry about them changing. I worry about the skyline of Seattle changing as I sat eating my risotto and looked at the new Washington Mutual Tower rising out of the pavement. I am scared about things changing. I have never been one to shy away from a challenge or a change, but I really like some things to be the same. I am sad that when I come back, my sister will have moved into my room and I won't have a place that is uniquely mine, that has always been mine. I am sad that many people that I love and care for at Middlebury will not be there. It is the return that I am scared about, not the going and the being there. It is the coming home that is most terrifying and making me shake.