Although I'm here now, with SORE and TIRED feet and feel that icky apres-theme park feeling all over my body, I realized that I'm happy... lies. I'm anxious AND happy. But I don't even know what I'm anxious for... I feel like this spring break has so many expectations. I'm excited, but nervous I won't live up to what I want... if that makes sense. There's a lot that's going to be happening in the next few weeks and I'm pumped.
What? In THREE WEEKS I'll know where I'm going to college?
Weird feeling. As I was soaring over California, Mark was getting nostalgic already - he's going to miss the rippling waves of the ocean and the beauty of our little oasis. I've basically been set on UCLA since I got in, so I think I'll be staying here... It's weird to see people go. It's weird to think that I'll barely see these people in the coming years.
And finally, it freaked me out when I heard Ms. Stern said she met her husband as a freshman in college.
Wait. Woah. Stop... That's me in six months. In three months I become a real member of an "alumni" group. In three months I'll have a new most important network on Facebook. In six months I'll meet thousands (but actually) of new faces... one of which might be my husband.
I guess college is to me a little mini Disneyland right now -- sparkling lights and way too many people waiting to cut me in line for clam chowder (I'm not bitter about a real experience or anything...).
To quote the appropriate song:
"Maybe it's all fake
That's a chance I'll take
It's perfectly okay...
Someone give me Disneyland,
Take me there to Disneyland,
'Cause when I get to Disneyland, I'll stay."
