It’s occurring to me more and more that this time next year, I won’t be sitting here at my desk in my house. Okay, maybe I will if I’m on break, but the point is, I’ll only be visiting. Everything I’ve gotten used to for the past seventeen years (eighteen soon!!) will be left here, and I’ll go off to college. It’s so strange. I mean, the closest I’ll be is 3 hours away. Which isn’t much, but… for the next four years of my life, I won’t be in the city. or taking the subway. or sitting on the steps in union sq. It’s just so weird!

I’m also starting to feel increasingly guilty about leaving work. Next year will be my third and last year If I stay. I mean, I can’t, since I’ve finished applying to college and the closest college is Purchase (it’s like 30-50 minutes away, by Yonkers I think) and It’s my safety school. I just don’t know. Part of this is just my reluctance to leave my whole life behind. Sadly, all I do on the weekends is work. I’ve gotten used to it– I guess I just don’t know what I’m going to do without it. Have I gotten to…like…working? nah…of course not. : )

My friends, my family, My school, work: I guess I’m nervous to leave it in NYC and go somewhere else and start all new. Maybe I’m nervous it’ll keep on going just fine without me…

Hayley