Saying Goodbye

Before I get to the main point of this entry, a quick fill in. Joey G has been living with me in the Conc for the past 3 weeks. And while it's been fun to connect again and act as roommates, he now understands what I've been saying about it the entire time. While I've been at work (I ended last friday), he's sat at home or at the library all day and realizes the utter boredom that the burbs bring.

Now onto the main section:

Well, I've almost reached the end of my time here in the States. It's funny, how for the most part I've wanted this entire time to speed ahead, bringing Sydney sooner and my escape from Concord to the forefront. And now that I can see the end, I'm more hesitant about my departure. Not to say I'm rethinking my decision or wanting to get out of Concord any less, because those are both set in stone, but it seems like there is just so much to do within the next 6 days (yes, 6 days) before I leave for LA and I don't really know how to do it all.

I've been able to say goodbye to a majority of my friends in NYC this past weekend, which was lovely. I saw most of the Sydney crew on Valentine's Day as we danced and sang to our middle school popular songs, ate delicious food, and just relaxed in our own company. I got to say goodbye to some freshman year friends, JR and KyKy, whom I haven't seen in quite some time but it was like we were back in West Campus or Warren towers all over again. And I got to say goodbye to some home people, Chris and Jess, who proved to me once more that good things can come out of Concord and Carlisle. Although I missed some people who I really wanted to say goodbye to, the trip was a complete success and I'm glad I got to have that last NYC time.

I'm now sitting in the Aberdeen Bed & Breakfast (Schmidty and Jean's place) getting ready for my day to say goodbye to Schmidty and B.Forte. It's going to be hella sad.

For the rest of the week I have to pack, a lot, say goodbye to the rents and my sister (boooo), go hear the Trebs one last time and say goodbye to the Boston loves of my life, go out and party with some Razzi people for the first and last time, and basically tie any loose strings before I leave on Saturday morning. It's going to be one hell of an emotionally draining week.

Till next time.