"No one can catch me when I run," "I just feel so free," "I just love running!"
I really did not think I would miss college this much, and it has only been four months. Granted, all of the changes in my life that happened after already pretty significant changes (including the most uneventful birthday in the history of my 22 years on this planet, is 22 when birthdays become arbitrary?), took another big toll on my mental health, but those are stories for another time. Today is August 14, 2018, and is the second day of Week of Welcome and the third official day of Band Camp. I was in the band for eight years, maybe that has something to do with this huge hole in my chest. I get up in the morning, go to one of my jobs (soon to be just one and not two) and figure out how I am going to save up money, work hard, work OUT, eat healthy, have a social life, get enough sleep, hang out with my dog, and make friends in a new town hundreds of miles away from my variety of families.