I’m looking at all these college acceptance letters on my cork board above my desk and wondering about my experiences at each one I could possibly have. Part of me wishes I never wanted to go so far away in the first place so I don’t have to move out of my little bubble that I’m very content with at the moment. But I get so excited reading about all the cool stuff I am going to be able to do in the next four years of school. Traveling, learning new things and feeling excited about it, feeling the freedom…

I guess these feelings are typical, though.