Worst thing about packing?

You’re in your cute outfit for your grandmother’s birthday dinner, but decide to change once you get home because it’s as hot as Hades at 7:30pm, except… your comfiest summer clothes are packed. You’re therefore forced to resort to wearing the clothes you picked out for the next three days… because they’re the only things not packed. So you’ll be doing laundry daily until you actually leave, in order to have clean clothes…

The best thing about packing? You find all sorts of random shit stuff from like three years ago that you’d completely forgotten about, and then you laugh for a good five minutes and spend more time reminiscing than actually packing… until you realize you leave in three days, but you really need to be packed by tomorrow.

It’s going to be weird moving back home…

So,

Tomorrow we check out

Friday is Senior Farewell Assembly

Sunday is my friend’s Grad Party

Tuesday is my birthday

And Wednesday we graduate…

I’m ready to graduate. I’m ready to go to college. I’m exponentially excited. But I will most likely cry tomorrow. And on Graduation. Not because I’m sad I’m leaving high school. But because I will be leaving my friends. And some of my favorite teachers. And the cliche is true to an extent, I may very well see none of them ever again. And there is still so many things left unsaid. I’ve been having these visions of perfect situations where I would be able to finally say everything I’ve wanted to everyone I’ve wanted to, and it would all be okay, and life would be good again, and I’d leave satisfied and happy. Alas, my life is not a Nicholas Sparks novel or an 80s movie. Therefore, I’ll be slightly sad for a short amount of time, then I’ll accept it and go create more memories to remember nostalgically years later.