Those Little Moments...

I have 6 weeks until I leave for college, 6 weeks exactly. To be honest with myself, I don't know how I feel about this. I am still struggling with several of my very good friends leaving on missions and getting ready for school again leaves me more frustrated than I can say. I mean, come on, didn't I just graduate? I feel like I did.

 

Hmnn... Life just moves too fast for my liking.

I feel like I didn't have enough time to be a little kid. There are things I wish I could have done more of, like climbing trees at my grandparents' house and hopefully not getting stuck; The chocolate milk, bubble blowing parties with my aunts (that I wouldn't get in trouble for because the adults encouraged it). Playing Lord of the Rings with my cousins and slaying as many orcs as elvenly possible. Late nights with my best friends and slumber parties (filled with silly movies, giggles, and ridiculous amounts of chocolate); Wishing on stars, wanting to be a mermaid, wolf, or just the crazy lady down the street with too many dogs. Tickle wars with my brothers (before they got big and smelly, right now they have an unfair advantage), not wearing makeup or doing my hair, and running down the street barefoot, cause why not; just the silly things in life that only little kids can appreciate. 

 

But, time goes on. Friends leave on missions, move, or go to different schools. But I can still cherish those little moments. Those late night doughnut run phone calls, inside jokes, and the text message you have saved on your phone that makes you laugh when you're feeling horribly upset. Oh, how I love those people and I love how they make me feel. 

I also have things to look forward to! My roomies who get to put up with me for a semester seem amazing, smart, and sane (we'll have to see how long the sane part lasts)! Sure we all get a little grumpy when trying to figure out who's going to bring the toaster at 11 o'clock at night, but that’s life. I have friends that I haven't seen in forever who will be where I'm going! I have adventures planned with friends and family. Not to mention those letters I will be getting. Trust me; it's totally worth the run down the driveway of death to check the mailbox. Assuming I don't face plant on my way down.  Who knows what shenanigans I will get into next, all I know is I hope to enjoy whatever comes after.

After all, it's an adventure.