Well, including today and not including the day I leave, I have three days left here. Three. My room is all packed up, filling three rubbermaid containers and a laundry basket. (Plus six garbage bags.) And I'm scared.

I know I've posted about this before, but wow. Three days. I'm actually shaking as I write this. Three days until I leave my family, my home, my friends, my boyfriend, everything I've known for eight years. I don't feel old enough to be doing this. I'm not even eighteen for another two weeks.

In theory, I should be fine. I have everything I need, if I'm careful I should have enough money, and Victoria (where I'm studying) is close enough to Vancouver that I can visit my grandparents from time to time. Like on my birthday.

But I don't feel old enough to be this old... does that make sense? What I mean is, I'm eighteen minus 18 days, but I feel twelve and I'm developing crow's feet already.

Sun"They're laugh wrinkles! Really!"dragyn.