August. T minus eleven days.

I hadn't originally planned to take the summer off from blogging, but I'm glad I did. I'm glad I didn't try to squeeze everything in, making this a chore. Tumblr has been my creative outlet, my nerd-cave, and my stream-of-consciousness, but I haven't necessarily been 'blogging.'

Em, Abbs, be prepared. I'm dragging y'all back into this, at least for the first bit of the school year. We are making this happen.

Anyways. Today is August 9th. I played frisbee golf with Amber this morning, helped my grandfather with some more book signings & genealogy stuff, and watched my mom go around the house hunting brown recluses. Right now I'm sipping green tea and feeling like a hipster or something, but it's okay.

I'm trying to see all these people before I leave, even though I really don't want to. It would be so much easier to just drift away and not worry about goodbyes. But these people I'm trying to squeeze in are my underclassmen buddies - the people who don't and can't understand what this time of my life is right now. So I'll have coffee with Annie and Parker, take Rachel out for ice cream, and let Suzanne drag me to the mall. Because if they want to say goodbye, I'm not really one to yank it from them.

I leave in eleven days. Mary and I are officially roommates, and all my college stuff is piled in my room. A giant cardboard box is gaping open near my closet, and dozens of pictures are scattered along my desk. My cat won't leave my bed - I swear she knows I'm leaving. I just hope her poor little heart doesn't give out. But maybe it would be better for me if she died while I wasn't here.

Anyways...I think I'm ready, or I'm ready-ish. I still have little things to do, like organize my sheet music and clean my fishtank and update my iPod, but for the most part, I'm out of here. Other than packing, of course. That'll be an all-weekend affair.

Yeah. In twelve days, I will be in Pennsylvania, and I won't be heading home until December. So long Dixie, I guess.