Holy Shit. I just left my house, said good bye to my family, and we are in the car driving to SLO. Did I cry? Yes. Yes I did. Which was immediately followed my yelling/singing along to one of my favorite songs and trying to stick my head out the window.
The emotions are crazy. I'm kind of glad that saying goodbye to my parents happens in this state. If they were dropping me off at Springer, I might not ever start.
I might be 24 years old but my parents are still totally my best friends and the best roommates I've ever had. Nothing about this trip would have been possible without them. For letting me live in my childhood bedroom to save money, for teaching me to love the outdoors, for teaching me to totally believe in myself, and for not letting me know how totally insane they thought this idea was.
Man, I am so lucky. I love them so much! I'm gonna miss them so much!
And who's gonna keep my dad in line during this election year?