“To keep our faces towards change and behave as free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable”-Helen Keller

Yesterday was the first step to goodbye. We bought two suitcases, especially for me, with advices that I should put whatever I want to bring into them. I sat at my library and began to wonder which books I’d like to bring, if any. One day I would like to bring my Harry Potter collections, but that would have to wait until I have a permanent home. I looked at the pretty collage my friends made for me and felt sad, knowing I have to leave it here. Mum talked about buying winter clothes, new shoes, new jeans, and I thought I should get a very short hair cut before I leave. I fed my dog and wondered if he would still remember me when I come home years from now.

It feels scary, now that it’s really here. I feel like I want to go, I can’t wait for college, but I also don’t want to say goodbye. I have to fly, but taking off isn’t easy.

Had the briefing too yesterday. Saw exactly two faces I recognized, only one of those I knew by name. The guy who sat next to me looked familiar, but I can’t place my finger on it. There were less people than I imagined, but we’re probably only a small portion of the big picture. There wasn’t anything new to the presentation, but I felt excited. Now I really listen, because this school was where I was going to be in four months.

Four months. Seems like a long time now, but October will be here before I knew it. But first, we’ll have to go through graduation first. Which will be in… two weeks? I hope my grades are good. Will let you know if they are.