Two full days left at home... That’s absolutely crazy.
Today's 7DCC post is going to be a little bit different than the last few. No pictures (I know, I know) just ramblings. But if you read all the way to the end there may or may not be something interesting. Who knows though, really?
I woke up yesterday morning feeling nauseous, and it stuck with me all day. It wasn't until my mom said "it's the excitement," that I realized what was actually happening. I'm typically not the type of person to get super hyped up about everything, especially last minute. Rather, I spread my anticipation over a period of time, so everything is even. I'm weird, yes. But when it comes to actually leaving, I don't think there's any amount of time that can adequately sum up both the excitement and nerves.
Trust me, the excitement far outweighs any other feeling I have, and that's what I prefer to focus on. It's more fun for everyone, I promise.
Two days.
It's quite hard to believe that I'm not counting down from 160+ days anymore. Last time I was on campus was back in March -- that was also when I committed to Salem. I clearly remember thinking "The wait is going to be unbearable." Oh, how wrong I was. Three months later and I'm still questioning whether or not I've actually graduated. Six months and I'm still re-living Applicant Overnight in my head (I love you, Tai!). A year and I can still remember drafting my CommonApp essay.
Really, though, I don't like to live in the past. Anyone who knows me well can attest to that. I'm a forward-thinking person by nature; I'm always coming up with a plan for later... But I think that's why the little time I have left at home has bugged me (read: caused stomach pain like no other). I've spent so long attempting to prepare myself that it never really happened. So much for being proactive, Brie, you really nailed it this time.
Since freshman year of high school, college has always been something in the distance, a milestone that laid quite a bit more than a mile away. Then I woke up this morning, and the mile turned into a millimeter. And while there's a tiny, tiny, tiny part of me that wants that mile back, the other 99.99% is jumping for joy, because it's finally happening.
Really, though, I don't like to live in the past. Anyone who knows me well can attest to that. I'm a forward-thinking person by nature; I'm always coming up with a plan for later... But I think that's why the little time I have left at home has bugged me (read: caused stomach pain like no other). I've spent so long attempting to prepare myself that it never really happened. So much for being proactive, Brie, you really nailed it this time.
Since freshman year of high school, college has always been something in the distance, a milestone that laid quite a bit more than a mile away. Then I woke up this morning, and the mile turned into a millimeter. And while there's a tiny, tiny, tiny part of me that wants that mile back, the other 99.99% is jumping for joy, because it's finally happening.
Bottom line is, I can barely grasp the concept of two days. There is so much to remember, to anticipate, to collect. Organizational-freak-Brie within me keeps screaming "make the lists! maaaake theeee liiiists!" and to say I've resisted the urge would be a complete lie. I've made the lists -- more than ten. I've checked and un-checked them, printed them, scribbled all over, you name it. (Oh, and there's even an app for that.)
Right now, though, I'm doing my best to forget about the lists -- although they may be running themselves through the back of my mind at all times -- to soak up the last few days with the crazy people I call my family.
We're down to the wire, folks.
Right now, though, I'm doing my best to forget about the lists -- although they may be running themselves through the back of my mind at all times -- to soak up the last few days with the crazy people I call my family.
We're down to the wire, folks.
Quickly, before I forget, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has clicked through to read my blog, especially during 7DCC. The lovely comments and support has made my week brighter. Thanks for sticking with me... I hope you're not bored yet, because I certainly have a lot up my sleeve.
Keep not settling,
P.S., here's the playlist I've been listening (and singing along) to while packing. I quite like it.
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