What a feeling in my soul

August 5, 2010

Dear World,

I have exactly one month until I will be in college.  As of September 5th, I will be a college student, living in Boston, starting a new chapter of my life.  As Hallmark as this all sounds, it’s my reality and I cannot wait.  I’m such a collegiate, ha ha.  To celebrate these last few weeks I thought about doing something like BEDA (blog everyday August) but I know there are some days where I will not be available to blog (ie: my camping trip).  So to make it more realistic and enjoyable I’m just going to be “blogging as much as I can”.  These posts may vary from what I will miss, to what I am buying to my dorm.  What can I say?  I’m a documentor, I like remembering things.

So to celebrate day one I thought I would list the things that I will actually miss about this small Maine town that I live in.

  • I’ll miss the fact that no matter where I go (the grocery store, the gas station, the lake etc.) there was always someone I knew, whether it was a classmate, a parent or a coach.
  • I’ll miss the beautiful trees and lakes that I have been surrounded by my entire life.
  • I’ll miss driving, as crazy as that sounds I really will.  Though I will be happy not to have to drive 40 minutes just to get to a mall or a coldstone…
  • I’ll miss the familiarity of my neighborhood, living next to the crazy old man, running past the psychotic dogs that will cease to stop barking, the kids that begin screaming at 7:00 a.m., the hum of the lawnmowers and the crickets on perfect summer days.
  • I’ll miss sitting out on my lawn, book in hand, feeling the wind as it swims through my hair (poetic, eh?).
  • I’ll miss my best friends that I’ve known since birth, and others I’ve known since our awkward junior high phases.
  • I’ll miss some incredible teachers that made school fun and taught me that a sense of humor is important.
  • I’ll miss my parents more than words can ever describe.
  • I’ll miss my bed, my pets and the beautiuful silent nights that come along with living in the country.

Look at me, acting as if I’ll never come home.  Pshhh.




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