There is something to say about the sun. I can't get over the fact that I can be in a tank top, with the window wide open in February.
The sun makes me think about summer.
Lauren asked me the other day about how I was not nervous to leave, to a new state, where I literally know no one. Truth is, I am not nervous about those I am going to meet, but about those I leave behind. I find myself asking "Will I even have friends when I come back?" I worry about starting my senior year alone. I worry that people here will change and be perfectly happy without me.
But I am excited. More than you can ever know. Eight weeks. I only have eight weeks to taste what freedom may feel like. It's scary. Eight weeks. No family, friends, or familiar faces.
I know for at least one moment, I will have a glimpse of home. I will get to see my brother again.
Elder Astle, I am coming for you. I love you. Promise you will see me? I have waited 2 years to see you!
They talk of homecomings, girls camp, boating, youth conference, Tan the Man, CJ, experiences I will all miss out on. But I think-- I hope-- it will all be worth it.