My hands are sweaty and my stomach is churning
I have to wake up today at 5:00am. I have to be at the airport at 6:00am. My plane leaves at 8:00am. OMG.
I'm actually leaving home. It's finally beginning to dawn on me. My closet is empty. My bookshelf is nearly so. I'm having to leave behind several books that I wish I could take. I certainly couldn't live without at least the most essential of my theology/history/ethics books at my disposal. Maybe things would be different if I had a better memory. How would I survive?
It feels so odd knowing that I'm going away. Knowing that I'll be waking up, going to sleep, eating, dressing, praying, exercising, studying, working...living...somewhere other than Orlando, FL. Tonight my family, and the family of Zaidy, a friend who's confirmation I sponsored, gathered at my house to pray the rosary together for the last time in a long time. I wish I could've seen more people before I left. I wish I could've visited Ms. Olszewski, Mrs. Gutherman, Ms. Pelley, and Ms. Robitaille at DP before I left. I certainly will miss alot of things.
I will miss:
My family above everything else
My friends (including my co-workers from Vafer)
My cat (squishyface)
My room
Disney channel
Being able to light candles and incense in my room
My father and mother's cooking
Waking up in my room
Things that frighten me:
-That my father may stop attending Mass when I'm gone
- That my parents might overwork themselves without me there to help them
- That my mother will cry
- My dear cousin Lorena's departure to communist Venezuela
- That I might be completely clueless when it comes to the technicalities of college life. Being inept is not something I can cope well with.
- That people will forget about me.
My stomach is flip-flopping inside me. I'm nervous.
(x-posted to my livejournal)
I'm actually leaving home. It's finally beginning to dawn on me. My closet is empty. My bookshelf is nearly so. I'm having to leave behind several books that I wish I could take. I certainly couldn't live without at least the most essential of my theology/history/ethics books at my disposal. Maybe things would be different if I had a better memory. How would I survive?
It feels so odd knowing that I'm going away. Knowing that I'll be waking up, going to sleep, eating, dressing, praying, exercising, studying, working...living...somewhere other than Orlando, FL. Tonight my family, and the family of Zaidy, a friend who's confirmation I sponsored, gathered at my house to pray the rosary together for the last time in a long time. I wish I could've seen more people before I left. I wish I could've visited Ms. Olszewski, Mrs. Gutherman, Ms. Pelley, and Ms. Robitaille at DP before I left. I certainly will miss alot of things.
I will miss:
My family above everything else
My friends (including my co-workers from Vafer)
My cat (squishyface)
My room
Disney channel
Being able to light candles and incense in my room
My father and mother's cooking
Waking up in my room
Things that frighten me:
-That my father may stop attending Mass when I'm gone
- That my parents might overwork themselves without me there to help them
- That my mother will cry
- My dear cousin Lorena's departure to communist Venezuela
- That I might be completely clueless when it comes to the technicalities of college life. Being inept is not something I can cope well with.
- That people will forget about me.
My stomach is flip-flopping inside me. I'm nervous.
(x-posted to my livejournal)