Officially, it's the first and only time in my life that I've voluntarily and cognitively participated in any kind of dance, ever. To the few who witnessed this extraordinarily rare event: congratulations. More people can swear to seeing Bigfoot than can swear to seeing me dance. You're practically a new species. Decide on some nice Latin words, and you can have your very own secret society.
Today was my very last Sunday in Colorado before college. I think that it's finally starting to sink in that I'm really, honestly, leaving. When I come back I'll be the same, yes; but I will be far different as well. Firstly, a grown-up; and secondly, a student; and thirdly an independent for the first time ever. What will it be like? And, much more importantly, how the crap am I going to pay for all this??
Goodbyes have started. I'm hugging people a lot more than usual now. Names keep coalescing in my mind--faces that I haven't seen, and won't see for a while now. People that I won't get to say goodbye to. And dang it, that list is way too long no matter who I go to see. There's no way to fix this, is there?
3 days, nineteen hours, thirty-two minutes and counting.