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I was told earlier that I was not ready to leave this place. That I was still connected to my life here. Granted, I am, but that is because I still have two years of tulane to finish up. But this got me to thinking, is there anything really keeping me here. I have always been one that is able to cope with change easily. My friends always come and go. I have never gotten home sick in my life. I do love to go back and be nostalgic. I love to go to Bogalusa and see my grandparents' houses. And it depresses me to see them go unkempt because my grandmothers are no longer able to live there by themselves. But I only remember the past; I do not try to relive it, make it mine again. Maybe this is why I have been having this uneasy feeling for awhile. I have settled so close to home. I go back there all the time. I need to get away. Thinking about it, I have always been happiest when in a completely new place, around complete new people, except for a few select moments. I choose to take those moments as the exceptions and not the rule. The rule is that I like being some place else. I liked Tulane originally because I was in a new place surrounded by totally new people. It has now become familiar, my life. It is time for a change. I am going to go this summer. That is that; now, the fun begins. Getting things ready.