Ready or not.

Its the end, and its time to move on to a new beginning.

These last two days have been a roller coaster.

I am not ready to say goodbye.

But ready or not it is time.

Its a weird thing, its almost like a death.

Never again will I be a kid.

Never again can I go back to this kind of life.

A life of grade school.

A life of just living at home.

The honest truth I am sad.

I am sad that for a time I have to say goodbye.

I am sad to leave.

Most off I am sad to leave my parents.

I worry, I analyze everything.

I worry that they will be lonely.

I hate that I have to say goodbye to my mom tomorrow.

My mom is awesome.

I seriously love her so much.

I however look forward to spend a week with my dad.

A week of just being together.

I am sad to say goodbye to my dogs.

I love them.

Im sad to say goodbye to my friends.

But I am excited to meet new friends.

Excited to be surrounded by those who have my same values.

Excited to start the next phase.

Its a weird thing leaving.

You have to pack and get rid.

You start to remember you life,

you start to remember memories.

For instance I remember moving to Lake Charles.

I remember riding in the truck with my dad.

I remember it clearly.

Its as if I am about to repeat this memory.

Just a little different and going to a different place.

Now I am leaving, and in a BMW (a step up)... But besides that with my dad.

And I am excited.

Its never goodbye.

Merely, until we meet again.

However, Louisiana I will miss you.