Monday, August 23, 2010

I Kinda, Sorta, In A Way...

...salsa danced tonight.

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.

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