I can't believe I'm going away. Every once in a while it hits me that I will be on my own, no mom to care for me or cook for me, no dad to kiss me on the head at night. I mean, people might care, but no one will care like parents. It's kind of scary. I can't call mom and ask her to pick something up at the store for me -I'll be the one who has to go to the store. I hope my roommate and I get along. Though my roommate will probably help me match clothes, my mom really understands my problem of matching colors. Hmmm. Hot chocolate at night. Me running late and my mom making me a sandwich for lunch to help get me out the door.
I bought my sheets, quilt, and towels.
I bought my sheets, quilt, and towels.
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