So here I sit with only 17 days left in New York. 17 days before my freshman year of college is over. 17 days before the year I thought would never come is gone. And all I can think about is home.
I know being home this summer isn't going to be at all like it was before I left. Not only have I changed so much just in the last few months (not to mention since August) but I know my family has changed too. My brother has been an only child for a year but I wonder if it has really made him that much more independent, or only proliferated his tendency to drain my parents financially.
It will be really weird to not be able to simply walk down the hall or up a flight of stairs at any hour of the night to find friends playing music, working on ridiculous projects, or drinking despite having school at 9 the next morning. But it will be comforting to know that I can see my family everyday and eat breakfast with them on Saturday morning and not worry about if I have enough money to buy some extra groceries this week.
I'm trying to soak everything in here at the end. As one of my best friends (who happens to live in the room right above me) so frequently says "I'm just livin' my life." That's all I can do. Take it in. Cause its always fleeting. It's so hard to enjoy the present when I'm always anticipating the future...
