Anxiously Awaiting.

I leave this town on September 3rd. I won't be moving all that far away, only to New Hampshire in fact. Of course, I'll visit. I'll probably spend my holidays here. I'll see friends and even come home to "my own" bed.

But I won't live here anymore.

This will become, "where I grew up," "my home-town." It won't be where I live, or "my town."

Part of me is very okay with that. Part of me is looking at it logically; I have to move away, and I want to move away. This should be a positive. Here is why it's a negative: because it's happening.

It.

Me. The School.

It's happening.

I can't stop it. I can accept it, and embrace it. (I'm giving myself a hell of a lot of slack on the embracing part.)

The deal is, I have to August until I know who I will be living with for the next nine months. Then I have until September to learn to like her (or them.)

I am BEYOND anxious. I (thank God) don't think about it everyday. But when I do, I think about EV-ER-RY-THING. All the could happen- the bad stuff, the good stuff. (See that? Being hopeful. And it's all driving me up. a. wall. I know that I cannot know what will happen in August or September, or hell, January. But it doesn't stop me from wondering.

I just keep telling myself: I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.