I'm done complaining about people and their lack of morals (although believe me, I have a lot to complain about). Everyone here is essentially soon to become my past. And I know my friends who are reading this are taking offense to that sentence already, but hey, it's the truth for all of us. I mean, come college, we're going to be making daily memories with a whole new group of friends. The friendships we have here at home are going to be frozen in time in a way. They'll be at a standstill while we're away having a good time with our new present friends, but that doesn't mean we're going to forget each other and just throw our friendship out the door. You can't live in the past though, and I know none of us will. This is a whole new part of life we haven't experienced before, and it's exciting. Maybe this time around, I'll find people somewhat like myself. Maybe this time around, I really will make lifelong friends. Maybe this time around, I'll try to not dislike girls the second I meet them. And I really am trying with that last one already. Come on, I'm going to be living on a floor with nearly 20 other girls for a year. I better get used to them, so I'm trying to just wash away my preconcieved notions of girls this time around. I'm going to force myself to believe they're not all bitches. I'll let you know how it goes :]
So my floor is now covered in bags and boxes full of things that are going to comprise my new home: a replica of a jail cell that I'm sharing with someone else for a year. It actually started to hit me last night as I was looking at all the stuff that this is really happening. I really will be living in a totally different place with totally different people, not just visiting. Sure, I've been away from home many times, but none of those times were for more than a week. This time, it's months. Don't get me wrong, I am so excited for this, but it's still a really weird concept to grasp.
Luckily, my roommate seems pretty cool from the little I know about her so far. Seriously, after she added me on facebook (I didn't know she was my roommate at the time), I said to myself "Hey she seems cool. I want her to be my roommate." And then she told me she was, lol. It was weird, but a good sign, I guess.
A little while ago, I was talking to this kid I'm going to school with. We've been talking a good amount, but I just told him that he reminded me of a good friend of mine, and he said that he doesn't want to take the place of my good friend, but I'm his for the time being at college. And it's true. It goes back to what I was saying in the beginning of this; new friendships, new memories, new stories to tell. They're not replacements, but it's close I guess, for the time being.
I have a little more than two weeks left here. I thought it was going to be difficult to leave everything, but this summer, people have made that process a lot easier all around. Not to sound emo at all, or anything. But a change of pace is needed.
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