I will miss you, 815

It's starting to hit me that in less than a week I'll be done with my freshman year of college. I honestly can't believe it sometimes. Which is stupid because obviously this is what happens in life; time passes by, events happen and then they're over. But you never really realize this until something is actually ending.

Being the over-emotional person I am, the sentimentality of it all is starting to hit me right in the feels lately. There have been some tears already, not gonna lie.

I'm going to miss a lot of things.

I'm going to miss ranting to my roommate all the time. Doing that is probably what kept me sane for most of this year. She was always just really understanding and had down-to-earth advice that always helped me.

I'm going to miss living in a dorm, as much as I might deny it later. I like being nearby people. Next year I'm scared that I'll feel somewhat isolated.

It just freaks me out that this is my last time being a "freshman" even though that is not a term that usually has a positive connotation. I just really hate experiencing an "end" to things. I don't like thinking that this part of my life is over.

This is the only time I'll ever live in a dorm (at least as far as I know), and for some reason that really strikes me. This is the experience I'll tell my kids, etc. about. It seriously just went by so fast. What did I even do?

My roommate already has a bunch of her stuff packed away, and this combined with the general feeling of "things being over" has really made me start to have that panicky/anxious feeling in my stomach. I dislike change.

Of course I'm looking forward to the summer, seeing my friends, and experiencing all the fun stuff that will happen in the next couple months. More than anything I want to lay on my patio with a glass of lemonade and a good book.

But still, I have gotten strangely attached to this ugly little dorm room. It is cute, in it's own little way. Not really anything very awesome happened in here, per se, but it was my home for all these months. There are really a lot of memories attached to it. I don't want to leave. 

I will miss you, 815.