Smiling Through Tears

I have less than two weeks, is that going to be enough? Are you going to break down at the end? Are you going to give up and stay? Are you going to survive away from this world you've known for so long? My mind keeps screaming out these questions and I have no way to answer them. I just have to wait and see... Which I have to admit is really the hardest part for me. Waiting. Anyone who knows me knows I hate waiting, with a passion. Then I remind myself just two more weeks but that doesn't help much, because then the questions start all over again. So I push them aside and try to get through one more day, knowing that time is almost up.

Tonight I get to see my friends, its getting harder knowing I won't get to hang out with them twice a week, but maybe I'll make new friends where I'm going... Maybe.

Now I chide myself for over analyzing and being so depressing. After all its not like I'm dieing or something, I'm just moving. Deep down I really am happy, I get to see my best friend more than twice a year and I get to play basketball. In the end I'm thrilled. I guess I'm just freaking out a bit about the entire leaving thing, but I'll get over it, I always do.

So tonight I'm going to see my friends and enjoy myself. I've got something to look forward to, and I will always have something to return to. Now instead of having one home I have two.