I was soo excited to move out and believe me I am loving every minute of it but sometimes just sometimes it hits me and I'm like oh shoot. Like who would have thought that i would miss my life I used to have. I miss being home and sleeping in my bed. I miss waking up and going to highschool, I miss going to work everyday. I miss my little sis and my bro! And my mom and dad.. I keep waiting for someone to call me up and tell me that it is time for me to go home.
It never happens.
Right now I am pretty much freaking out that I am stuck here for 9 months and it's not even winter yet!! When I was leaving I cried til I got to the end of the drive way, I didn't think I would look back and cry but was I ever wrong.
It's late I should go before I begin to absolutely pour my heart out. Goodnight. (Maybe I will actually start blogging.)
