now i just see straight ahead
I'm officially the last one left. This is weird.
I have a serious love/hate relationship with being the last one to leave.
I want to go...now.
I'm just floating around the house, doing stupid last minute shopping, and attempting to pack.
And I miss the girls. A lot.
It's odd to read their journals and talk to them and know that they already started this whole new life and I'm still stuck here.
Waiting to be in their position.
I hate the waiting room.
I have a serious love/hate relationship with being the last one to leave.
I want to go...now.
I'm just floating around the house, doing stupid last minute shopping, and attempting to pack.
And I miss the girls. A lot.
It's odd to read their journals and talk to them and know that they already started this whole new life and I'm still stuck here.
Waiting to be in their position.
I hate the waiting room.