I want to explain to everyone how I will being doing this blog this year. But, in all truth I am explaining this as much to you guys as I am myself. So, I believe that I will try my hardest to put up blogs on Wednesdays and Saturdays. But, that might not happen, I might have no ideas on one of those days or have a ton on another, you know how it goes. I hope that this will work out, I am trying to make a goal for myself. Doing this blog will be a challenge for me, but I really want this time to be documented, so I will try my hardest to keep it up.
So, I just got home from a month of being out of town. Its really just hitting me that I have 17 more days in the states. That. Is. Crazy. I can't believe it. Or, maybe I don't want to believe it. I almost want time to stop. To be stuck in these 17 days for just a little while longer. I know, that once I get over there I will feel fine, that I am just getting nervous for silly reasons. But, those silly reasons are making me anticipate. You can never know how something will go until you are there. I guess, its one of the times when you can't wait to get there but, afraid that once you're there you will wish you were in the other place. If that even makes any sense.
17 days...I wonder what I will do. I wonder who I will see, how I am going to get all my packing done.
I have to admit that I am going to miss the little things. My bed, the water pressure of my shower, the way my house smells like no other house. My friends at school, how even though we don't have seating assignments everyone never fails to sit in the exact same place everyday. My swim team, procrastinating to get into the water, missing high school season. The snow, no matter how much I hate it when its the middle of winter, I always miss the snow when its gone. My room, how it never fails to be a tornado or organized chaos. Alaska, I will miss it in general. The way the roads seem to never be even, the mountains, the glorious sunsets.
Anticipation is key. Sadness is a must. Making the most of what time I have left is what matters the most.
So, I just got home from a month of being out of town. Its really just hitting me that I have 17 more days in the states. That. Is. Crazy. I can't believe it. Or, maybe I don't want to believe it. I almost want time to stop. To be stuck in these 17 days for just a little while longer. I know, that once I get over there I will feel fine, that I am just getting nervous for silly reasons. But, those silly reasons are making me anticipate. You can never know how something will go until you are there. I guess, its one of the times when you can't wait to get there but, afraid that once you're there you will wish you were in the other place. If that even makes any sense.
17 days...I wonder what I will do. I wonder who I will see, how I am going to get all my packing done.
I have to admit that I am going to miss the little things. My bed, the water pressure of my shower, the way my house smells like no other house. My friends at school, how even though we don't have seating assignments everyone never fails to sit in the exact same place everyday. My swim team, procrastinating to get into the water, missing high school season. The snow, no matter how much I hate it when its the middle of winter, I always miss the snow when its gone. My room, how it never fails to be a tornado or organized chaos. Alaska, I will miss it in general. The way the roads seem to never be even, the mountains, the glorious sunsets.
Anticipation is key. Sadness is a must. Making the most of what time I have left is what matters the most.
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