These past few days have been filled with so many lasts.
Last coffee dates.
Last books with Evan.
Last Les Mis with Levi.
Last Sonic run with Jace.
Last TV show together.
Last night sleeping in my own bed.
Last hugs from my brothers and sisters and mom.
None of the "getting ready for college" lists and blogs ever say anything about how hard it is to leave your family. Maybe because there is no advice for that. No way to make it any better. It just sucks.
My brain knows that to choose to stay with them now would be to choose a life where I didn't make myself do hard things. Illogical. But my heart hasn't gotten the memo yet.
I hate to think of my family moving on without me. Watching our shows without me. Reading new books without me. Seeing Jace's first marching band show without me. Becoming a new family unit without me.
I expect them to stay still while I keep moving.
But that's not realistic.
We will both move in different directions, but our hearts are twined together no matter where we are.
So while I had to experience so many lasts today, it also opened the door for many firsts.
First time living with a roommate.
First time being able to set my laptop on a table and not worry about a six-year-old messing it up.
First time coming home for fall break.
First time being on my own (sort of).
First time being a college freshman.
First time at new student orientation.