On moving out...
In one week from yesterday I will be in my house. Living on my own, having to fend for myself, and (more than likely) ridiculously poor trying to successfully accomplish both. I can't wait, but something has set in this past week. I have gone through this whole summer being nervous about moving back because I have this idyllic, fairy tale version of Peterborough in my mind, in that it is 100% better than Bradford and living at home. I have been nervous since I moved home that when I move back, things won't be the same. People will have changed over the summer and, because I have lost touch with a couple of them, we won't have anything in common anymore. Not only that, but my two best friends have been living in Peterborough for the summer and I have felt lonely without them, not to mention left out and jealous of their closeness. I am so worried that this school will not turn out the way I have imagined it would in my mind that I am anxious about moving back, lest I be disappointed.
All of this has changed, however, with a simple phone call to Meg a couple of days ago. It was a Monday night and I was lonely because Nick is working so much (more on that later) so I decided to call Megan to see how things were with her. God I have missed that girl. We talked for an hour and half about love and life. I told her that I loved her and I wanted her to be happy. She told me that she couldn't wait for me to move back and she has been missing me like crazy, which was like music to my ears. I think, at that moment, it finally set in: I am moving in a week and I can't friggin wait. Meg, if you are reading this, thanks so much for setting in that excitement and for telling me what I needed to hear in order to know that everything is going to be alright.
T/
All of this has changed, however, with a simple phone call to Meg a couple of days ago. It was a Monday night and I was lonely because Nick is working so much (more on that later) so I decided to call Megan to see how things were with her. God I have missed that girl. We talked for an hour and half about love and life. I told her that I loved her and I wanted her to be happy. She told me that she couldn't wait for me to move back and she has been missing me like crazy, which was like music to my ears. I think, at that moment, it finally set in: I am moving in a week and I can't friggin wait. Meg, if you are reading this, thanks so much for setting in that excitement and for telling me what I needed to hear in order to know that everything is going to be alright.
T/