I take my last final in a little more than a few hours. But not long after the sun rises in the morning. This moving out thing is such a bitter sweet deal. Moving back home, for the first time in . . . three years? It's giving me anxiety just thinking about it. I haven't moved home for the summer in a long time. & I don't mind being home, but on the other hand I do enjoy my own space. I don't feel like I have that at home. . .
Packed the room up & the apartment for that matter. Amanda&I cleaned everything & began packing tonight. Our cars are packed. There's nothing left in this room of mine except my bedding, backpack, & this duffel-bag of mine. It's weird. It's a feeling I don't like.
Last night my mom texted me & said "enjoy your last two nights in Logan before you move home!" I said "That gives me anxiety just thinking about that." I can't help it. & It's not that I'm sad I'm leaving school, I just think I would like to stay somewhere & have my own space, like here in Logan. The anxiety of moving back up here kills me too. Last summer I was dying at the thought of returning to Logan. The dreaded place where my past resides. I don't like that feeling. Over the past 8 months I've grown to love this place again & call it home. I don't want to leave & return. =/ My roommates have been amazing this year. Such a blessing. Just what I needed. I talk to Megan & Amanda about my problems often. Megan is more sympathetic & Amanda, more logical. I need both of that in my life though. Someone to sympathize with me a little on how I'm feeling & someone to tell me "get over it. it's done. move on." Best of both worlds, like miley cyrus. HA
Well. I suppose now that it's one AM. I should probably definitely look over my stuff for tomorrow's stats final. Although, I feel like my brain can not absorb much more information. Mmm.
Loves. Goodnight.
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