I start feeling nauseous every time I start thinking about Thursday. I’ve been waking up in a panic several times every night since Friday night. I can’t concentrate on studying for finals because my heart is so anxious. Every time I see people moving out, I want to shove them and their color-coded boxes back in their rooms. Every time I listen to “Ungodly Hour” by The Fray, my insides sink and weigh about 10 pounds more. I’m going "home" for three and a half months, and then I’ll be back. I’ve moved nine times in my life, across the country, across the ocean, and it’s never been this hard.
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Oh, I'm sorry, Courtney. I know what you mean, Grace is where I'm supposed to be. Think of the summer as a time when you can spend a lot of time in prayer and growth undistracted by schoolwork. Then next fall everyone will be back together to lead the freshmen. It's gonna be awesome.
I miss you already, my FoodLion.
You're going to do great this summer. You'll learn. You'll grow. You'll call your future GGL and tell her all about everything. Just cause we're all apart doesn't mean it's over :)
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