So I’m moving back to San Marcos at the end of this week. I’m excited, but also sad to leave my family. Excited to live with one of my sisters! Sad to leave my family, and also sad because this Saturday is my 2 year anniversary with Thomas and I don’t think we’ll be together… :(
“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” -
Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World
I found a new hobby.
I know people who would play this. Mostly my guy friends. Thank GOD they left me out of it.
I had a dream last night, that I was supposed to be in high school, but I was forced to take classes at the middle school. My middle school was across the street from my high school, so I would look out the window and see my friends at the high school, see the things I was involved in going on without me, and my happiness faded away.
When I woke up, I realized my subconscious is telling me something.
My parents want me to move back home. Mr. B wants me to move back home. My brother wants me to move back home. Thomas wants me to do whatever is best for me, but I can tell he’d be happy if I moved back home.
But it doesn’t make me happy to move back home.
I’m doing this for all the WRONG reasons- because it makes everybody ELSE happy. Not me. I’m not excited to move home. I’d rather be in San Marcos, even if it means giving up my summer to take classes there.
The only reasons that I have to stay are:
1. It would make me happy to see Thomas more often.
2. It would cost my parents less money.
…Are those really reasons to stay? Thomas is my best friend and I love him so much, but that’s not a reason to stay home. He will still be there for me if I’m in SM, and if I stayed because of him, that would be a mistake. I would end up regretting it. Staying to save my parents money makes them happy, not me. I’d be happy that they’re happy, but ultimately, they want what’s best for me and it’s not to stay here.
Reasons to go back to San Marcos:
1. My GPA would get higher faster if I retook those classes at Texas State.
2. I wouldn’t lose Delta Gamma. I love my sisters so much and I can’t bear the thought of staying here.
3. I would be able to transfer somewhere that’s better for interior design faster if my GPA goes up faster.
4. My gut is just telling me that I can do this. I won’t be happy staying home. I’ll probably cry every day and I can’t do that. It would be so depressing.
I need to talk to my parents and tell them… I can’t do this.
-Get a job
-Get a car
-Start my etsy shop
-Get set up at Lone Star
-Buy Lilly Pulitzer shorts. I’m talking I want like 5 pairs.
-Find that Scarlet Begonia pattern cardigan I saw somewhere. I neeeeeed it!
-Basically have a killer wardrobe overall
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