Up until this point, every day before my high school graduation has felt the same. Last day of classes? Just another day. Turned in my senior project? Just another day. I have not felt the finality of everything until this afternoon, when I noticed this slow uneasiness in my gut. I think I'm really going to miss what friends I have here. More than that, I'm just going to miss the school. Well, this is to be expected when you've been attending the same place for over thirteen years.

Going to the Mountain School was a leap of faith, but I knew that I had Milton as a constant behind it. I knew it existed as a home away from the home away from home that was Vershire, TMS, and Miles. Wooster isn't like that. Milton isn't going to be a home anymore. Come August, I won't be a resident there anymore. I'll be an Ohioan. OHIO. I'm going to have to choose a place to live after that. I'll always have my parents as a final fallback, but soon it's going to be just me. I've wanted this, I won't lie. But at the same time, it won't feel real until it's happening. And, knowing me, once it's happening, it'll be the only reality I can know.
What I need to do is remind myself of everywhere I've been and how far I've come. I see where I am, and pretty much just that. If I give myself perspective, then I think I will be able to appreciate what I have more.