Finality
I hate finality, probably more than anything else in this world. This morning I woke up and could not make myself go back to sleep due to the sound of people moving out of their rooms for the break. I am not even sure why this break seems so foreboding...I know I will be back in about a month and a week to pick up where I left off with all you wonderful friends here. It is only that weird feeling that bothers me, kind of like one of those reoccuring dreams than are never quite sane enough to figure out. Everything will be fine. God is Lord both in North Carolina and in Louisiana, so He will be my source of consistency as I adjust from Baton Rouge to my mom's in North Carolina and then to wherever my dad ends up (Los Angeles or Charlotte, pick one). Thank you guys for a wonderful semester!