6.5 Billion

11. I got ELEVEN days left in Vermont, and it's just hitting me. There's so much to do, so much to avoid, and so much to pack! So much to absorb. Whether it's moments or drinks with friends, here's to surviving.

I still have pretty mixed emotions about the event. There are people here that mean the world to me, people who make me laugh on a daily basis, people who pick me up when I fall off of chairs, hide my lul-moments at the Halloween dance, people who push me into randos at parties I don't want to be at. There's people who physically eat my homework, and people who stick Steven's Pass stickers all over my shit. People I go on plutonic dates with, people I survive early morning classes with. These are my people.

And I'm leaving them.

Sure there are new people to call my friends, and people I have yet to meet, a whole nother 6.5Billion or something if we want to get specific. And I won't know anything about them until I get out and try to meet them.

Regardless, the people on the EC are unlike any other. We're tough, we have to be. We have to have faith in the uncertain.The snow forecast. The Red Sox. The morning commute. We never know when the good will come, but we hold true to the moment when it will.

I never thought of myself as the type who would leave the East. I thought it'd be my place. Ski in the winter, beach in the summer. Sure the West has those things too-- it's just different.

There isn't even a Dunkin' Donuts in Utah.

Call me crazy. I think I might be.

ain't too frustrated.