Farewell Suckcess.

Leaving in two days to start over where not a soul knows me. I tend to really like it this way, I can't for the life of me explain why. Packing everything up, no matter how many times I do it is always an emotional process. I find things that I thought I had hidden for a later more stable date.

This summer has been a great but, the fastest on the books. I have to leave behind a "soul mate" and basically sister once again, this really bothers me. I wish sometimes that our lives were more on the same page, but appreciate the different life experiences she has and shares with me.

We have had our fun though, stumbling about, waking up and reassuring eachother that we didn't humiliate ourselves.

I am excited to grow up and finally decide on a path that takes me to a career. I tend to quit just about everything I start, but I am absolutely determined for this to be a difference experience. Experience, what an obnoxious but essential life tool. yuck.

I am 22, starting brand new, and happy to be doing it.