bangs.

I’m ditching them. finally.

I leave my grampa’s house at 5:30 tomorrow morning so I can get to the Portland airport by 7 and fly out at 8. my stuff isn’t packed. it’ll take me approximately 10 minutes to get everything together, but at this point I’m just procrastinating.

I wanna go home.

I need hugs from my family. I need to see my dog.

I need to sleep in my own bed.

I need to see some real mountains.

I need ellen’s ice cream.

and I need to have real, actual conversations with my friends. I have a lot of explaining to do. and I want to do it.

it all starts tomorrow.