Dear Near-Future...

...I hope that you won't let me cry too much tonight when I have to say goodbye to my best friend. Or tomorrow when I have to say goodbye to my sister. :(

I hope that the saying, "better safe than sorry" means true when it comes to packing for University, and I hope that you made enough room in the car for all of my stuff. 8 pairs of shoes, over 3 weeks worth of underwear, 12 tanktops, 14 t-shirts, 3 dresses, 11 sweaters, 9 pairs of pants, 5 shorts/skirts, and 2 weeks worth of socks is a safe amount of clothing articles, right? (Hahahahaaa...sigh.)

I hope that you'll make this zit disappear before tomorrow.

I hope that you will let me truly thrive in my independence.

I hope that you won't let my photo-printer run out of ink. I need photos!!

I hope that you'll allow for this excitement to overpower and prevail the nervousness inside of me.

I hope that you will provide me with a large (enough) dorm room, and a large (enough) closet, since I forgot how big my closet is here at home. Haha...

I hope that when I arrive on Saturday, that you won't let me do anything or wear anything too embarrassing. First impressions are vital...aren't they?

I hope that you'll remind me that EVERY freshman there is feeling the exact same way as me; lost, uneasy, confused, nervous, lonely, excited, scared-to-death, culture-shocked, ect...

I hope that you'll let me become friends with some pretty amazing people right off the bat, as if we've known each other our whole lives.

I hope that you'll eventually make my heart slow down, and let me sleep soundly tonight.

I hope that you'll give me safe travels on my one last road-trip as a delinquent teenager.

I hope that when it finally hits me that I'm packing for a one-way "trip" for the very first time in my life, that you won't let it hit me too hard.

I hope that you'll remind me that it's always enough to just be myself.

I also hope that I'm not asking too much of you...

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