WICKED!

So this needs to be said, and I will attempt to keep it short.

After Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday filled with:
hilarious plays, avoiding hookers on the common, going to my first multiplex to see UP in 3D, staying in a room that overlooked the common, trying not to fall down the huge scary steps in front of the state house on a regular basis, making a ridiculous amount of friends, bonding with cute boys over music taste, going to the 19th/top level of the dorm I will be living in next year in the middle of the night to eat pie while looking out the entirely glass wall at the Boston skyline, getting a perfect class schedule, watching my school’s freaking hilarious improv troupe in the basement of a dorm (where you can feel the Boston T running underneath you) in my pajamas at 1 am with the other people I just barely met, making an ass of myself doing a Journey singalong in front of almost 300 of my future classmates, and laughing to tears with new friends…

I have absolutely NO fears about going to college. I didn’t want to leave at all. I will be having a hard time coming home on breaks. It already feels like I’ve known some of these people for years.

Why the hell didn’t I leave home and everything I was comfortable with years ago??