Another week goes by, and there’s too much to even talk about in one post. Last night I hung out at Sammy’s Rec Room with a bunch of people from Cineplex. Today, the Tozers get home, and then there’s four more days until I move out of my house and into university.
That pretty much sums up everything. Changes, changes, changes. I’m so excited to see what the future has in store for me. I’ve been waiting for a long time to experience the university experience, and I want to go there now and just get it over with. I trust that things will be awesome there. And yes, I trust they’ll be good even if my roommate is stupid and annoying. I’ve decided things will be great already. And yet, there’s always that conflicting emotion within me – sadness.
I like the line from Spiderman – “Commencement: the end of one thing, the start of something new.” And while I’m all excited about that start of something new, I’m not too entirely eager to experience the end of what I have here. Getting something new always involves giving up something else. And that stinks. You just have to hope that what you get was better and more useful to you than what you had. But that’s life, right? So I had better get used to it. I’m going to miss everyone here. I know I’m only an hour away, but that still makes it hard to hang out with them, especially since I’m not going to have a car to drive back and forth. I’m going to miss the people from Cineplex. I’m going to miss the people from church. I’m going to miss the Burford people, and the Central people. I’m going to miss my parents. And the worst part is that I don’t know what to expect for the future. I have no idea how often I’ll see or hear from these people – I mean, they could potentially drive up every weekend and visit me, but somehow I doubt that will be the case. I don’t know how often I’ll be home to Brantford either. At times like these, the only thing to do is let out a big sigh, accept that things are going to change, and then offer up a quick prayer that God will somehow keep my life from becoming a miserable waste of existence. I mean, I know it won’t be like that, and I know I’ll get used to it, but it’s that exact process of getting used to it that’s the worst part.
Anyways, that’s basically the major theme of the thoughts running around through my head right now. Excitement comes, and then the sadness takes over. And then the excitement returns. Rinse, lather, repeat. It’s enough to drive a man to drink. Good thing I don’t feel much like a man yet, I guess. And of course, moving into university as a frosh won’t really help that much – although I suppose I’ll be a year older than a lot of the freshmen there. Hmm. Nope. I don’t think that’ll help. I still feel like an immature little kid, and I don’t think that’s going to be changing anytime soon. But anyways, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go change my diaper.