Woo! Excitement!

Well here it is. The Finale. The Last Day. The Main Event...and nothing is happening. For the most part at least. I finally packed the night before. Everything I plan to take with me sits in the living room, and so do I for most of the day. I wasn’t nervous or scared or anything like that, it was really bizarre. Our whole house was just kind of “chilled.” We sat and watched TV, we did chores around the house, and did a whole lot of nothing. Or at least I did.

My parents were pretty calm, sort of in their own worlds as much as I was. My dogs on the other hand knew something was up. Possibly due to the fact that I couldn’t maintain eye contact with them for long. They get me every time.

I suppose I wasn’t nervous our anything because it was sort of the inevitable. All I kept thinking is, “I need to get my stuff in the car tonight at some point” and “Aw man, I gotta wake up and drive tomorrow.” The drive was short, but mornings and I haven’t been the closest of friends over the summer, causing the morning drive to be somewhat of a dilemma. But that wasn’t anything new. For the moment, I don’t see a point in worrying myself over the days to come. I know my worry will catch up with me at some point, so I simply remain “chilled.”

I know it's weird for me to be so calm the day before something so big. Especially if you know me personally. Maybe it’s because I keep telling myself I can come home in a week or two if I need to. I know I probably won’t, but that notion seems to hold my fear at bay, or so it seems.

Maybe it’s times like these that are supposed to balance out all the anticipation, excitement, fear, and suspense I’ve been dealing with. I think this is the point where I just decided “Hey, I’m ready for this, I like learning, I like new things, this is only as big as I make it.”

Of course this calm won’t last, and I may just be in denial, seeing how I have yet to pack up my car. I’ll guess I’ll just see how it goes. I think everything is going to turn out just fine. Centre will be my home only if I let it, and I think I will. That is if I ever remove myself from this couch...