This is it. Those were the words that pulsed through my head on the last day of school. This is it this is it this is it. This is it, I'll never live here again. This is the last time I'll see so many people.
These words are still pulsing through my head. This is it. This is the last few days before the trip. These are the last few days where I'll sleep in my bed before I begin sleeping on a tabletop (the camper table folds into a bed) in a different state every few nights. These are the last few days that I'll shower in my bathroom with a shower I know has hot water. These are the last few days before we finally get to experience the trip I've been looking forward to for a year. When I'm thinking about the trip, "this is it" takes on an adventurous, exciting flavor.
When I'm thinking about moving, it just feels sad.
So far my summer been a crazy one. I've seen more friends then I normally see all summer. A few of my friends took me on a trip to Six Flags. I was at one of thier houses picking something up, when two other girls jumped out. They got some yarn, tied me up, and put me in the car. I don't think I ever stopped laughing the whole time. Halfway there they told me I was going to Six Flags. How they managed to keep a secret like that from me I'll never know.
Six flags was only one goodbye. Today I'm going to the movies with other friends. My family has been eating dinner at people's houses a lot in the last couple of weeks. It 's all part of the count down. When you count down for Christmas days seem to move v e r y s l o w l y . When you are counting down for a move time slips by unsympathetically. One morning it's Tuesday, the next it's Friday. In those cases I am NOT glad it's Friday.
My life seems like a movie in fast forward. Everything is crazy. Boxes get packed. Meals are left overs in order to get rid of the food. Last night, we had pancakes, cornbread, and pizza for dinner - an interesting combination. My bag for the trip must be packed. I read books. Taylor makes me play Monopoly. I help Mom cook granola for the trip. Meanwhile a voice in my head whispers,"Enjoy every moment because this is it."