“How Lucky Am I”

I’m truly lucky, my friends. To steal a quote from Winnie the Pooh:

“How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” 

I only have ten days until I leave home. Ten. In two weeks exactly it will be check-in day. And I’m starting to feel little tugs at my heart each time I look at my mom or my puppies or my hometown. I already said goodbye to my sister as she left home to begin a new semester in her own adventure. I miss her so much already–we FaceTime multiple times a day.

I’m so excited for my new adventure, but I am also know how much I’m going to miss the silly, insignificant things that really do mean so much.

I’ll miss mornings in my house, lounging as I eat my bowl of Mini Wheats and sip my cup of coffee. Kasper licks his lips and whines to persuade me to feed him a little morsel; his little nose twitches from side to side in an attempt to look cute and innocent.

It usually works.

I’ll miss my afternoon jogs through my neighborhood, the leisurely “me” time that involves me, my Asics, the pavement, and the local neighborhood rabbits. It’s been so nice this past two weeks at home, and I’ve beens soaking up as much time outside as I can.

I’ll miss trips to eat at my favorite local restaurants, the kind of restaurants  you only find in my hometown. My “usuals.” My own versions of Luke’s Diner.

I’ll miss my time as a student–reading, writing, organizing, walking to class, sitting in the Beanery, managing my time in such a way. The fresh supplies at the beginning of the semester; the satisfaction of earning an awesome grade.

I’ll miss my volleyball–I already do. It was such a special time in my life. Life was organized and team-oriented: class, practice, homework, rest, repeat. Team bonding, fundraising, volunteering, study hall, repeat.

Most of all, I’ll miss the people in my immediate life, the people who are always there.

Guys. Don’t you see? I am so incredibly lucky to be able to say I will sincerely miss everything that has come and everything that must go. My life has been wonderful, and I am optimistic enough to continue to believe it will be wonderful down the road.

Let’s face it: I am moving to Disney in ten days. I have a pretty good shot.

While I’ll leave insignificant (yet so important and profound) little moments behind, I get to gain new insignificant, important little moments. Perhaps a little moment I’ll savor involves donning Mickey ears on my off-days, or receiving my name tag at Traditions (that one might be a big moment). While I’m a little sad to leave things behind, I’m so, so incredibly happy to gain so many more experiences.

Even though I’ll miss the people I love with all of my heart, I know that I’ll never truly be alone, that I’ll always have a piece of them with me. Below are pictures of the people and the puppies I’ll especially miss–my mom, my sister, Kasper (the little white pup) and Snoopy. They are my best buds, but I know that we’re all connected through some unexplained relationship. My experiences are their experiences, and vice versa.

Because I have been lucky with the people and the experiences in my life, I know that I’m ready for this new adventure, to make magic for others and to experience a whole new life. I’m brave, I’m strong, and I’m smart, all because of my favorite people in my life. Panda bear. Don’t worry readers, they know what it means.

Bonus quote: “If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. 

But the important thing is even if we are apart, I’ll always be with you.”




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