My Last Night....
I think that by writing this, I might seem like I've lost my mind. I mean, every person my in my age range dreams of the moment that they finally get to spread their wings and move out on their own. But, at this moment, while I am packing away my things and digging through all of my memories in order to decide which ones are important enough to keep, I find myself with this bittersweet taste in my mouth. It just seems so strange to me that for most of my life I have longed for this time, yet now that I am at this crossroad, I find myself so terrified. So many things could go wrong, and I don't trust myself with this kind of decision.
I am going to miss my childhood room. As I pack all of my belongings, I realize this even more. I notice things in my room that I haven't noticed in years. Things that were so important to me. I never realized how many memories you could release by opening one simple box that you packed up so many years before. Just staring at the walls in my room makes me realize how much I have grown within the time that I have lived here.
Moving out is going to be awesome, I have no doubt in my mind about that, but losing my childhood home is what utterly breaks my heart.
But Xanax always has a way smoothing these things out.
I am going to miss my childhood room. As I pack all of my belongings, I realize this even more. I notice things in my room that I haven't noticed in years. Things that were so important to me. I never realized how many memories you could release by opening one simple box that you packed up so many years before. Just staring at the walls in my room makes me realize how much I have grown within the time that I have lived here.
Moving out is going to be awesome, I have no doubt in my mind about that, but losing my childhood home is what utterly breaks my heart.
But Xanax always has a way smoothing these things out.