So I'm leaving OU tomorrow...or I guess officially it's today. Whatever. I had a slight emotional breakdown tonight, and it was mostly because I'm leaving Rachel, pretty much not to see her again until June. Late June. However pathetic and co-dependent that is, it's true. I don't know, I don't usually have to worry about stuff like this. The whole "I'm going to miss you thing." Because I don't usually miss people. I go places, I do things, and I don't really worry about other people. I just do what I'm going to do, because I know I'll see them again. Apparently--and I say that because I am just now finding this out--it's different when you live with your best friend. You get so close, you're like sisters who actually like each other. I have a feeling it's going to be really hard to go from seeing her every day to not seeing her for three and a half months.
But I think I'll be fine once I get on the plane, into Avignon, with my host family. Until then, there's this raging panic--that I realize is more than slightly ridiculous--that when I come back, everything is going to be different. I don't know, people will be different, friendships will change. But even if that's true--which I think it is; things are bound to change--I think most of the changes are going to be for the better.
At least that's what I'm telling myself.
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