Oh sue me!
So I haven't posted for a looong time?Who cares? I'm posting now aren't I?
Anywho, I'm half-way through my exams, philosophy looming ever closer. And I am realizing even more painfully how close the departure is. It is the 10th today, which means that we'll be leaving in 14 days. Two weeks... It is so scary, I am getting butterflies in my stomach.
As some of my friends have heard earlier, I feel like it's a big door I'm about to step through. A door, which, once it has been shut, can never be opened again. This place is a bubble which will burst the moment I get on that bus.
People come back, I know that, and I will too, but it won't be the same. My corner will not exist anymore, half the people will be gone and everything will be profoundly different.
I am facing the terror of taking my corner apart. My ever practical father has adviced me to send all the things I won't be needing in the last couple of days home in a package, so I will have less to travel with. How creepy is that? To send things before I am done? I am not emotionally done with this place, and leaving creeps the shit out of me.
And then the ancient fear creeps back to me and sits next to me. Will they forget me? I don't know why it's important to me, but it really is. I am hoping that they will remember me. I was afraid when I left home, and most people forgot. I got over it. But for some reason, my friends here mean more to me than the people who forgot about me back home.
I feel scared, and the warm day feels cold and chilly all of a sudden.
That's all for now people.
Greetings from a scared little girl who's growing up.
Anywho, I'm half-way through my exams, philosophy looming ever closer. And I am realizing even more painfully how close the departure is. It is the 10th today, which means that we'll be leaving in 14 days. Two weeks... It is so scary, I am getting butterflies in my stomach.
As some of my friends have heard earlier, I feel like it's a big door I'm about to step through. A door, which, once it has been shut, can never be opened again. This place is a bubble which will burst the moment I get on that bus.
People come back, I know that, and I will too, but it won't be the same. My corner will not exist anymore, half the people will be gone and everything will be profoundly different.
I am facing the terror of taking my corner apart. My ever practical father has adviced me to send all the things I won't be needing in the last couple of days home in a package, so I will have less to travel with. How creepy is that? To send things before I am done? I am not emotionally done with this place, and leaving creeps the shit out of me.
And then the ancient fear creeps back to me and sits next to me. Will they forget me? I don't know why it's important to me, but it really is. I am hoping that they will remember me. I was afraid when I left home, and most people forgot. I got over it. But for some reason, my friends here mean more to me than the people who forgot about me back home.
I feel scared, and the warm day feels cold and chilly all of a sudden.
That's all for now people.
Greetings from a scared little girl who's growing up.
posted by Gerbrith at 4:29 PM
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