This is a slightly depressing entry
I'm sitting here at 1 am restless, for the second night in a row. This is the most uncomfortable and unwelcoming room. All of my belongings are in my car, posters included, and it is cold, empty and white. I have just a bedsheet and comforter on my bed and a few miscellaneous things scattered about. I think my hesitancy to leave is what is giving me my insomnia. LA will be fun for a semester, but it's just too bad that I have to say my graduation goodbyes a little bit earlier than anticipated. I'm really glad I got stuck in Ithaca for one more day because of the snow; it allowed me to hang out with people I haven't really gotten to know yet.
I love Ithaca and everyone here, so leaving is tough. I almost feel like I'm not ready to grow up and be in the real world. It's a frightening experience. I don't know what I'm doing, where I'm going. I hate how a lot of my friends here said their goodbyes and ended it with some form of "I'll probably never see you again". It's sad to think about.
My lack of a real home when I go back to Rochester is another thing keeping me from jumping for joy to go back. My sister and her husband are moving into my house due to many complications with the baby and finances. Everything of mine is being put into storage since I'm not going to be there anyway. They're moving in this weekend. I need some time to come home and enjoy the quiet. After I get back from LA, my mom is moving somewhere, so that will be another experience. I think she wants to move to the Park Ave area, but I don't know.
I hate how attached I got to Brad before I left; I wish I didn't see him everyday and adore him so much. Next semester is going to be really difficult, especially because we didn't really tie up loose ends, like what we are and what we're going to be next semester.
Arghhh. I hate being sad! I am happy at the same time though; it is really difficult for me to be pessimistic, so I suppose I'm thankful for the white Christmas.
I love Ithaca and everyone here, so leaving is tough. I almost feel like I'm not ready to grow up and be in the real world. It's a frightening experience. I don't know what I'm doing, where I'm going. I hate how a lot of my friends here said their goodbyes and ended it with some form of "I'll probably never see you again". It's sad to think about.
My lack of a real home when I go back to Rochester is another thing keeping me from jumping for joy to go back. My sister and her husband are moving into my house due to many complications with the baby and finances. Everything of mine is being put into storage since I'm not going to be there anyway. They're moving in this weekend. I need some time to come home and enjoy the quiet. After I get back from LA, my mom is moving somewhere, so that will be another experience. I think she wants to move to the Park Ave area, but I don't know.
I hate how attached I got to Brad before I left; I wish I didn't see him everyday and adore him so much. Next semester is going to be really difficult, especially because we didn't really tie up loose ends, like what we are and what we're going to be next semester.
Arghhh. I hate being sad! I am happy at the same time though; it is really difficult for me to be pessimistic, so I suppose I'm thankful for the white Christmas.