I've always wanted to wake up one morning and say to myself, "Self, I don't feel this least bit like attending school today, so I won't." I'd proceed to sleep in another two hours, maybe, and then I would make myself a big breakfast and do things I never get a chance to do. Like watch the better cartoons, which always seem to be on during school. I'd have a grand old time.
I thought about school this morning. I have less than three months, which is crazy. I actually don't mind not going away to college, I have a nice home life. I don't mind waiting an extra year for Steve to graduate before I move out myself. I don't mind hanging around my house for a while longer, as long as it's free.
I also thought about leaving home as well. And I figure that twenty-something years from now, when my parents sell the house and move to Florida (as all old people do), I'll wish I could come back. I'll wish I could walk through the hallways, and see my old room one last time. I'll miss this house, and all the memories I had in it. I realize that's incredibly cheesy, but it's true. I already miss my aunt's farm. It's been around ten years since I've seen it, and I'd give anything to walk around inside, just once.
Steve and I have talked about the future. Everything right now seems to be running pretty smoothly, we have a few bumps, but we fix those bumps. Everything is just fine, I'm glad to say.
Come fall, I won't be moving away to some college, busying myself with schoolwork and grades. I look forward to spending my time with someone close, not a textbook. I plan to attend a community college for a year or two, and then quietly move to a nice little town together, to attend art school. I don't have big plans like everyone else, and I don't care. I don't need big plans. I already have my plans.
