Bigger, Better Things

Exams and graduation are coming up. FAST. 

It still doesn't seem real that highschool is ending.

Next year, I won't be coming back to this school.

I'll be moving out.

I'll have responsibilities.

And those thoughts scare me half to death.

But at the same time, I'm so incredibely excited to move from the little pond to the big ocean of university.

I get to make new friends.

Try new things.

Take classes that I'm genuinely interested in.

This change is going to be very bittersweet, but an amazing experience. 

I'm 100% ready to walk across that stage, get my diploma, and throw my cap in the air.

Marley and Me and Lots of Tears

I’m not an overly emotional person.

I get sad.

I get happy.

I get mad.

I get annoyed.

But I almost NEVER cry. Like ever.

My best friend since kindergarten had NEVER seen me cry until one fateful night. Movie Night.

We were going through her movie collection and I saw a dog on one of the DVD cases, and since I LOVE dogs, we decided that we’d watch this one.

Worst. Decision. Ever.

By the end, I was convulsing with body heaving sobs, sniffling like a baby, and my makeup was all over my face. I was covered in used tissues and my friend looked like she’d just seen a ghost.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you cry… This is amazing.”

I was a complete disaster. My heart was shattered and my brain was fuzzy.  I’m still scarred to this day because of that movie…