I used to be really into blogging and writing out my feelings. Whether it would be to praise the people I love most, talk about my dreams, vent, or whatever- I just used to love writing about it. And now that I’m approaching one of the biggest changes in my life, I don’t seem to have a lot to say. I haven’t let myself get excited about moving yet. I don’t know why- it’s happening. It just doesn’t feel real to me yet, and I doubt it will until I’m on the plane with my twin-xl bedding packed with me (I’ve been looking at too much shit for my dorm already). Maybe part of the reason is because I’ve been talking about doing this for so long. I’ve wanted this since I was in 10th grade for whatever reason. Everything is finally becoming a reality, and four months from now I will be 21 years old and almost all packed and ready to move clear across the country.