"Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell" -E.D.

I hate leaving. I guess really what I hate is saying goodbye...except from Harding because you could always just sort of sneak away or get too busy and accidently leave without going through the awkwardness of it all. But more than anything, leaving home is the thing I hate most. It doesn't seem to matter how much I do or do not get along with any member or my family or childhood friends, it hurts every time and gets no easier with frequency. I know in my heart that this is not the end and I will see them all again but even thinking of my Mom standing there as I walk through the line for security at the airport already gets me teary eyed and I haven't even attempted to start packing yet. I don't know about for others, but it doesn't even end with my no longer being able to see her, then there is the knowledge that she is walking back to her car bawling her eyes out which she will most likely continue to do the whole long drive home and that I will continue well into my first plan ride. I will have to make a mental note to only make good decisions when creating my ipod playlist. Some of which to always watch out for are Home by Michael Bublé and (at least for me) any song that may even remind me of Christmas. 

I have gotten a lot done today but still have a ton to do! Made lots of calls and BOUGHT MY TICKET! After they send you the confirmation you just feel like you should go right down and start packing, which is exactly what I didn't do, but definitely felt the urge to. Anyways, I am going to try to continue my productive streak well into the evening which will include a call to one of my closest friends CD ;) Here we go...