33 days till I move back to the Springs.
My stomach is in knots, I know this is the right choice. Its not for anyone but myself, its not for anything but my own happiness, in order to find what I'm looking for I need to move back, I need to be back near my mountains and back in a climate my skin can tolerate. I've already shipped half of my stuff back, I'm left with only four pairs of jeans, a couple sweaters, half a dozen t-shirts, some underwear and a few pairs of socks. My DVDs have been shipped, my books, all but two of my blankets. The extra weight of having six or seven blankets on top of me used to make sleeping easier, but now I fall asleep without even thinking about it.
Mason and Jonah are throwing me a 19th birthday party, 'cause my birthday is in five days!
I'll miss all the people here, I have so many friends its insane, but its for the best for me to move away, to try something new, this was a good experiment, but it just didn't stick.
Nevertheless, one way plane tickets always feel like such a final decision.
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