It’s been three years and now I’m moving again. Back to where I originally moved from.
At this point, I’m supposed to start going on about my first initial impression I got of this place, what kind of friends I made here, how I felt on the first day of school as the “new kid,” and all the other things I learned about myself living here.
Or, I could just pack up all my things and leave without shedding a single tear or having the feeling of my heartstrings being pulled.
I’m just not a sentimental person. I’m blunt, and I look forward.
Occasionally, it’s kind of fun looking at things from the past that I haven’t touched in years, but I don’t like to dwell on memories for too long. I’m not worried about the future, either. I just live day to day, because I am confident that He has a plan for me, so I have no need to worry about anything except things in the present. Even then, I’m not terribly stressed about anything in my life besides school.. but that’s just school.
Now I’m just getting off-topic.. oopsss!!
Anyways, when it comes to places, I don’t feel very emotionally attached to those places. I feel emotionally attached to people, but I feel more and more apathetic about my friends everyday. They are my very awesome, great, and epic friends, but I am aware that one day we are going to be splitting up. And that day is approaching rapidly. I intend to stay in contact with all of the great friends that I’ve made here. But I will always make new friends, and keep up with the old ones.
Am I going to cry at graduation? Or laugh and wave at my friends, telling them, “See you later!” with a big, cheesey smile on my face?
I think I’m going to cry like a baby after graduation.
I think I’m a much, much softer and mushier person than I perceive myself to be when it comes to having friends.
but not when it comes to actual places. those are just places.