23 days until freshman orientation.
18 days until I move out.
Seriously?
It's a bittersweet feeling, knowing I'll be away from my home for months at a time from now on. On one hand, I can't wait for the new adventures that college has to offer. I look forward to late nights with my roommate (just meeting her in PERSON would be nice, in fact!), running through the sprinklers with my boyfriend (we're cool like that), playing cards with the friends I met at Summer Experience, and, oddly enough, even the classes! The adventuresome part of me thinks these last few weeks in Maine couldn't go by more slowly and longs to know what awaits her this fall.
On the other hand...
How am I going to feel being so far away from my family?
What am I going to do without my church - especially the youth group?
Where would I be without my friends from the swim team and the drama club?
And what about my friends from camp?
Arkansas is so far away. So far away from some of the people and memories I cherish the most. Maine is where most of my family - whether biological or otherwise - is...and I'm leaving?
It all seems so surreal. I can't imagine what it'll be like to leave this sketchy town for the last time - at least, until Christmas break. (I'll be spending Thanksgiving in Nashville, hopefully.)
There are so many people who I wish I could pack up and take with me to college. ("Hm...the dorm closets are pretty big. If you hide in there, no one would ever notice!") But I will keep in touch with you, and hope you keep me in your prayers as I prepare for this new, epic stage in my life.
- Maddi
