Early morning half-thoughts

Is it odd that I'm a little scared to go home? I've really grown to love this town and the not even three block radius that is my comfortable travel zone. I like my roommates and the random laughter and jokes we have.I love our "Is That What You Had Said" quote wall and our weird half laughs when we re-quote things we've said. I like being curled up on the couch and having at least one girl if not all five within yelling distance. I like being able to come home and immediately be able to join in a conversation, even if it's by eavesdropping and commenting. I like having someone who gets what I'm complaining about because they're going through something similar. I love having girls who there is no drama between, even though we all have drama going on in our lives. I love that we can take a little time to check in on each other, make sure everyone is as ok as we can be.

I'm going to miss these girls, and a part of me (a strong part) doesn't want to have to leave them behind. I hate feeling like I'm going to miss out on all the fun stuff, like a child who doesn't want to go to bed because they're convinced everyone is having fun while they're sleeping.

But change is part of life. I'll be back, I'll even be back in the same apartment. But it can never be the same as this semester. Then again, even if I stay, that can't happen. We can't ever go back, we can only stay still, in a rut, or move forward.