There are those people who, once they've graduated, never seem to leave. They always return to the school and hang out and pine about the olden days. I swore I would never become one of those people. I thought it was dumb and didn't get the concept. You only meet people, spend four years with them, and then leave. I never thought about how long four years actually is. I also never factored in the sense of home that a place could bring. I want to go back, but I don't. I'm terrified that if I do return, I a) won't ever leave again and b) wouldn't be welcomed back like I hoped. It's such a weird mix of emotions. I'm not sure if it would be the best idea, the worst, a mediocore one, or just another bridge in life.
I've found where I want to go to school in England, but realistically that will be a while before I can go. In the meantime, what am I supposed to do? I can barely afford bills right now; how am I supposed to start paying off student loans?
In other Disney related news:
I've turned in my migraine paperwork. We'll see what happens. Hopefully I'll hear back within a week or so.
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