Four days.
Four more days and four more finals to get through and I’ll be home in sunny San Diego. I used to be the girl that counted down the days till I’d be home and just become more and more miserable as the days went on but I’ve came to accept living in two places. It’s a wonder and a tragedy all at once. I am more than overjoyed to be able to come home but at the same time I know I’m going to miss what I have here. Six weeks is a long time and a lot can happen. I’m honestly terrified to be home for that long. I’ve changed so much since the summer. I don’t even know what I’m capable of. San Diego I love you but to me you’re nothing but a place full of ex-boyfriends who can’t seem to leave me alone and girls who watch my every move. This surly will be interesting.
