Editorial
FRIDAY -- Two days before Laura leaves her San Diego home, the fact that she's leaving finally hits.
So i'm moving from San Diego in about two days. My room is stripped naked and totally vulnerable. In 24hours, the very desk i'm typing on won't belong to me anymore. I think i finally have to admit to myself that college is over. (dammit)
I'm mad at myself for having spent so little time at the beach, hardly learning to surf, not committing myself to an instrument this year when i had the chance. Not a surprise.
More specifically, i have noticed an awkward feeling of loneliness. Especially after peetie left. I mean, i've felt lonely before, maybe even felt lonely a good fraction of my time, but it's different. I notice it most when i'm talking to a new person, like I'll be disappointed that someone who appears cool at first then after turns not to be. Or vice versa, when an interesting person doesn't really seem to want to talk to me.
Rina would have said "Four hugs a day, that's the minimum." I wonder if hug-debt accumulates interest. I hope not. Is there hug bankrupcy?
Honestly, i'm scared that friends here are now out of my life. I don't want that. When i came to SD, it took
three years to find really great life-long friends. I doubt i even realize how much i'm going to miss Maddy and Clay and Andrew or how lucky i was to find any great friends at all. It was an awesome senior year. I hope i don't lose them, or any of my other awesome friends.
What's worse is knowing myself, depression will catch up with me pretty fast if i don't find fun people in Berkeley. That could lead me into some unhealthy situation/relationship or who knows what else. Anticipating it is the worst part. I'm scared.
Despite all this, I know i'll be really proud of myself once i've settle into my new place.
For the time being, i plan to keep my stuffed animals close by.
Come visit. i'll be looking for a friend.