Faith, Trust, and a Little Please Don't Let Me Freak Out

I am not good with goodbyes, or change, or being left on my own. So college is a great place for me!
Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of things I'm looking forward to about my new adventure, but to be honest, I've never felt more unprepared for something. And that's not just because I'm procrastinating on packing. Emotionally, this is going to be hard.
I've written plenty of blog posts discussing why I hate how temporary people can be, because I've been lucky enough to have so many great experiences that allowed me to be in the company of individuals I really bonded with, sadly for only a short while. If I thought leaving them was difficult, I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that in one short week Marshalltown and the house that I've lived in for 10+ years will become pretty temporary for me. The routine and convenience I'm so used to will disappear. My dear friends from high school will be scattered in various locations and won't be as easy to keep in touch with. I'll be spending the majority of my time with a bunch of random people I have no prior connections to. Sounds reassuring, right?

I think the real reason why my departure makes me so sad is because I've built such a home in Marshalltown. Everything I've done, everything I am, everyone I love, is all rooted here in this one safe, comfortable, supportive place. I am terrified of losing that when I go away.

But if I never move forward then I'll never get the opportunity to adapt to the new and exciting things life has to offer. My fear of feeling empty in a totally different environment is irrational, because deep down I know that I will grow wherever I go; in my strength, wisdom, relationships, and experience. Missing certain people will become more frequent than seeing them, but that doesn't mean I have to love them any less. It doesn't mean I have to forget them and the memories we made together. I need to put forth the effort to not live in the past, but take it with me as a reminder of how blessed I've been and how capable I am of starting this new chapter.

P.S.- Do not hesitate to text, call, Facebook message, FaceTime, Skype, or write to me if you feel inclined to do so, because I guarantee I will need plenty of cures for my homesickness!

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