Don’t Go, College

I’m a rollercoaster of emotions lately.  My college career is over.  I am not ok with this.  I’m excited in a way to enter the adult world because I always felt it would be where I am most comfortable.  I am youngest of 4 and I always wanted to be on their level.  That’s tough when the closest in age is 7 years older and the oldest is 11 years older.  But I don’t want to give up the life I have now.  I absolutely love it.  I love going out on weekends and random weeknights.  I love being able to drink and spend the next morning watching the Food Network hungover. 

I’m going to miss roommate beyond belief.  She and I got really close this year.  She’s my righthandman.  I can tell her literally anything.  We talk about our fears, our stupid thoughts, our sex lives, anything.  We don’t like it when we go out without each other.  It’s just not the same.  We’ve made so many memories but I want to continue that.  So while I go 40 minutes northwest of here, she goes down to DC.  I’m going to guess about 5 hours away.  At least she’s my guest to a wedding I’m going to in September.

I don’t want to start working.  I love having summers off.  Who wouldn’t I guess.  Actually I’ve worked the past two summers but still. 

I’m excited, yes.  I think I’ve learned a lot and I’ve come to know myself on a level I didn’t think I would ever reach.  I’m so proud of the me of the past year or so.  With all the ups and downs I’ve gotten to find who I really am.  And honestly?  I LOVE her.  God look at my entries from the high school years you’d never think I’d get here.

Life goes on, whether you like it or not.

~Dora