Day 1: Orlando, FL
So I didn't think it'd be this bad.
Out of everyone, I think I was the most excited and eager to go away to college...and I feel required to say this cliched chliche, but you really don't know what you've got until it's gone. I don't think I'll ever have friends like the ones I've made over the past six years, and the thought of living across the country from every one of them makes me nauseous. (No, it really does. Dramamine, please!)
Anyway, I hope everyone knows how much I love them...and this isn't me being a sullen teenager who's going "Dawson's Creek" on your ass, either.
So I left the 305 today around 11:30 AM. It took a while to get everything in the car, etc...but the goodbye hugs were when the waterworks started flowing. I haven't cried like that in years. You know, the kind where you get blotchy and ugly and snot is everywhere and you hiccup? That kind.
So it's just good ole' Marlene and me right now. Road tripping. We saw the Endeavour launch from a beach in Cape Canaveral alongside hundreds of others. The lady right next to us was my favorite. She had a European accent, was in her sixties, and had long, blue nails. She'd put her ear next to Mom's radio and give bi-minutely (well, it's a word now) reports: "THEHRTEE SEHKONDS!" She was so cute. However, she said she was mostly concerned with her car being parked illegally, rather than the launch.
http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m45/tashalacarte/DSCN2964-1.jpg
Now I'm at a cute little Marriott by UCF, just having finished a no-it's-not-delivery-it's-DiGiorno pizza and I'm thinking about everything and everyone I left behind and hoping it's all going to be okay.
Out of everyone, I think I was the most excited and eager to go away to college...and I feel required to say this cliched chliche, but you really don't know what you've got until it's gone. I don't think I'll ever have friends like the ones I've made over the past six years, and the thought of living across the country from every one of them makes me nauseous. (No, it really does. Dramamine, please!)
Anyway, I hope everyone knows how much I love them...and this isn't me being a sullen teenager who's going "Dawson's Creek" on your ass, either.
So I left the 305 today around 11:30 AM. It took a while to get everything in the car, etc...but the goodbye hugs were when the waterworks started flowing. I haven't cried like that in years. You know, the kind where you get blotchy and ugly and snot is everywhere and you hiccup? That kind.
So it's just good ole' Marlene and me right now. Road tripping. We saw the Endeavour launch from a beach in Cape Canaveral alongside hundreds of others. The lady right next to us was my favorite. She had a European accent, was in her sixties, and had long, blue nails. She'd put her ear next to Mom's radio and give bi-minutely (well, it's a word now) reports: "THEHRTEE SEHKONDS!" She was so cute. However, she said she was mostly concerned with her car being parked illegally, rather than the launch.
http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m45/tashalacarte/DSCN2964-1.jpg
Now I'm at a cute little Marriott by UCF, just having finished a no-it's-not-delivery-it's-DiGiorno pizza and I'm thinking about everything and everyone I left behind and hoping it's all going to be okay.