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So I’m a college graduate.
I really don’t know how to describe my emotions right now. Sadness is probably the most overwhelming feeling right now. Not because I’m done with school but because my time here in Chicago is coming to an end. I don’t really want to leave but I know I have to. I know what I want to do is best done in DC. Chicago feels more like home than the D.
It’s going to be so difficult to leave. A few months ago I was packing my bags ready to head back to DC, but now it pains me to think about that day that I will pack up my belongings and leave Chicago for good. With no returning point in sight.
I am kinda drunk. I had a lovely dinner with the family this evening. Drank lots of wine. Then a lovely boy took me out for more wine to celebrate. And now it’s 3 am and im exhausted and should be cuddled up with the said lovely boy, but im not. Im sitting at my desk typing on my fabulous MacBookPro .
So yeah. Thursday Katie and I are leaving for the Bonnaroo Music Festival in Tennessee. I see it as my Woodstock. I’ll be drinking and camping and listening to incredible music in 90 degree weather. Oh, sigh. I can’t wait. My wonderful parents are letting me borrow a car for the trip as well as hang on to it for the summer. Yes, driving + myself should be an interesting experience. The driving isn’t the problem. It’s the parking that troubles me….
So here I am, it’s almost 3:30 and I should be cuddling with this incredibly nice guy. I’m seeing this guy. This guy who is a total opposite from everyone I’ve ever dated / had an interest in. it’s quite nice really. Refreshing. But, the whole “im leaving in 6 weeks” keeps playing in my mind. He’s aware- but we just don’t talk about it. GOD. My timing sucks.
Ok, im going to sleep. Or cuddle. Or lay in bed and freak out about the future.
Sigh.
I really don’t know how to describe my emotions right now. Sadness is probably the most overwhelming feeling right now. Not because I’m done with school but because my time here in Chicago is coming to an end. I don’t really want to leave but I know I have to. I know what I want to do is best done in DC. Chicago feels more like home than the D.
It’s going to be so difficult to leave. A few months ago I was packing my bags ready to head back to DC, but now it pains me to think about that day that I will pack up my belongings and leave Chicago for good. With no returning point in sight.
I am kinda drunk. I had a lovely dinner with the family this evening. Drank lots of wine. Then a lovely boy took me out for more wine to celebrate. And now it’s 3 am and im exhausted and should be cuddled up with the said lovely boy, but im not. Im sitting at my desk typing on my fabulous MacBookPro .
So yeah. Thursday Katie and I are leaving for the Bonnaroo Music Festival in Tennessee. I see it as my Woodstock. I’ll be drinking and camping and listening to incredible music in 90 degree weather. Oh, sigh. I can’t wait. My wonderful parents are letting me borrow a car for the trip as well as hang on to it for the summer. Yes, driving + myself should be an interesting experience. The driving isn’t the problem. It’s the parking that troubles me….
So here I am, it’s almost 3:30 and I should be cuddling with this incredibly nice guy. I’m seeing this guy. This guy who is a total opposite from everyone I’ve ever dated / had an interest in. it’s quite nice really. Refreshing. But, the whole “im leaving in 6 weeks” keeps playing in my mind. He’s aware- but we just don’t talk about it. GOD. My timing sucks.
Ok, im going to sleep. Or cuddle. Or lay in bed and freak out about the future.
Sigh.