By this time next week I’ll be officially living in a dorm room and it’ll be glorious. The problem is that I’m not prepared at all. I still have…

By this time next week I’ll be officially living in a dorm room and it’ll be glorious. The problem is that I’m not prepared at all. I still have to buy a dozen things and pack all my things. I haven’t really started the process besides happily cheering every morning as the day grows closer. I’m so ready to leave home, but I was a little sad to leave my home behind. At least that was the case until recently. Sadness is no longer one of my feelings because I’m tired of my house. My room is a mess because I kind of started packing, and what that means is that there’s just trash everywhere. My dog bit me the other day by accident, and it hurt, it hurt bad! So now with a partially destroyed room and a huge gash on my finger, I’m raring to go. I’m over my house and just want my freedom. So have you ever had to leave something behind, but were just too excited to feel sad about it? – Ruben