August.

I keep doing a double take every time I look at the date. It surely can't be August?! It feels like the summer is practically over already, and I've barely done anything yet. I'm sure that this is mostly a result of working everyday, and not realizing that I have a longer summer than normal. For the past 12 years, I was used to August meaning the return of school. If I were a year younger, I'd be back in desks in a mere two and a half weeks. The summer would be over.

And slowly, as July has blended into August which will soon blend into September, I've had to also realize that I am leaving soon. I haven't given it much thought before now, as I've been focused on working, and trying to fit some fun summer things into my days. Even typing it out makes my stomach twist in knots. I am terrified. I've never been away from this house for more than two weeks. Clematis has been my street for the past 18 years. My house is truly my home, and the thought that everything is about to chance in a matter of a month and a half is almost unfathomable. Which is why I haven't thought about it. College is exciting, and something that I have been thinking about and working towards for six years, but it actually being here is surreal.

I hope that when work is over, I'll have some time to relax, and really see my friends before I leave. Only 7 days left of work! It's another countdown, but so is life.