[I don't give a damn about the castle on the hill]
The last week before school starts is always difficult. It's that awkward time stuck between being ready to go back and have something to do, and not ever wanting to leave. Hangouts are fun, and necessary, but bittersweet, and on top of this my particular brand of neurotic means that I'm about as ill-equipped to deal with change as it's possible to
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As for transitions: while they're a raging pain as a stressfest, getting irritable or anxious or whathaveyou also indicates that...both places matter to you, y'know? that you have multiple places that matter to you, & you wince to wriggle roots out of the ground that you put down and feel as you come and go. Which is actually kind of a good thing. There are downsides to it, but there are also downsides to drifting from place to place without any particular sense of, hmm, tugging in any direction, and those are lonelier ones.
As for how to prevent flailing overmuch before departure...I guess recognizing that there shouldn't be a sense of finality about it, even if it feels like there is. It's not like "noooo I shall never retuuuuuurn" (not 'til graduation, anyway |D;;) it's like "noooo I shan't return for...some months I guuuuueeeess" which means that there's not a lot at stake exactly. Departure's more distressing when you feel like you have to do a bunch of things and say a bunch of stuff because you won't ever get the chance again.
Also, I guess, have a think about what it is that doesn't change when you go from one place to another. What it is you've always got. For me that's imaginary people, actually, but you don't have to be a loony like me. xD I tend to write a lot on planes for that reason, as a sort of calming exercise like "even several hundred miles from here, this still belongs to me, this is still what I do."
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