How ironic that it would be almost time to leave home again, just when I'm putting down roots. I love my church community. My family friendships are so much stronger. I'm witnessing to people. The homeschooled 20-somethings throughout Missouri are all getting to know each other. I'm doing more writing. This could be a good life.
Time to pull all that up and transplant myself to Virginia for another nine months. Frankly, I don't want to go. There'll be some good times and some growth, but college isn't real life. College is a season. I'm ready to be done with this season.
Grad school? Dashed if I know. I know nothing, absolutely nothing, about anything.
Romance? Bleh. Romance is so complicated. I'm not expecting it any time soon. To be honest, I'm not sure I even trust the idea of romance. Everyone always says the ooey gooey feelings go away in the first few years of marriage anyway. I'm tired of ooey gooey feelings. I don't want any.
EDIT: Despite reservations, I am glad to be going back to PHC. I think it will be fun. :) Maybe I'm just a little nervous about the upcoming year.