homesick for a clock that told the same time...

[sedapuda]

It all hit today: 2 weeks from today I won't be home. I won't have parents to say goodnight to me every single night, even when I roll in at 2am. I won't have "I love you"s and goodbyes every time I leave the house. I won't have anyone asking where I'm going and who I'll be with. I won't have brothers laughing really loud at something funny my dad would say at 8am on Saturday mornings. I won't have a loft to curl up with blankets in when it's really cold. I won't have my wall plastered with pictures collected over years. I won't have Eagle Lake to walk to when I need somewhere quiet to think. I won't have an ear quite like my mom's to talk forever to when any and every little thing happens. I know this is normal, but it's all so foreign. I don't feel ready to leave, but I look at my peers and see exactly the same. I'm glad a chunk of my friends are older, so I know what to expect. But everything seems so much more exciting and scary actually living what they've told me. It's...ahhh!

Just make sure to visit me. Heck, I'm only 45 mins away! Just far enough to live on campus without a car or easy means of getting home...just close enough for you..yes, YOU!...to come to my dorm. [please!]