Somehow in my head, January to June meant six months. I have been thinking I will be gone for six months the entire time, and telling people as such. Then last night my mom corrected me and I felt this huge sense of relief. Somehow, that one extra month added a lot of stress. Six months is half of a year, half! You know how much things and people change in six months? But five, five seems manageable.
Title is a Noah and The Whale reference
In five months time we will be walking 'round Seattle
ReplyDeleteWith the gray sky leaving us feeling rattled
But we'll be happy to be together at last
cause study abroad will go way too fast
And we will learn, learn, learn...
about ourselves
and we will drink, drink, drink
whiskey and beer
and we will dance, dance, dance
to all the music
and love, love, love
oh what the heck...
I love you. :)
ReplyDeleteWhen I joined the military, knowing that I wouldn't be home for at least another three or four months scared the crap out of me. I had never been away from my house for longer than two weeks at a time in my whole life. And my family? Even less than that.
ReplyDeleteBut people don't change as dramatically as I thought. Just keeping in touch with an occasional message, text or phone call is enough to completely destroy any of that awkward return. Every time I come home, you're still Erin and Colby is still Colby and everything is just as fantastic as the last time I was home.
This trip of yours is momentous, and the fact that there are people to come back to makes it all that more important that you rock your friggin' face off over the next five months. Have fun Erin! Come visit me in Germany!