I wish I was at college already. I'll probably either go to art school in Chicago or a state university in Flagstaff. In Chicago in winter it will be cold and snowy and in Flagstaff it will be cold and sunny and I like the idea of both. In both places it won't get dark as early. And I will be surrounded by new people. And if I live in Chicago my sister will probably be there with her fancy French boyfriend and that would be super nice.
I'm not complaining about this year. I'm happy. I feel good most of the time. I'm busy with things I enjoy. I have lots of friends. I get anxious sometimes about running but it will be OK.
All that goodness aside, though, I am getting restless and ready to leave. I've wanted to move for a very, very, very, very long time and now that I'm applying for college it feels like the prelude of pulling up stakes and my mind is racing with excitement.