I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane, Don't Know When... 7/2/2001
"I'm leaving on a jet plane I'll be back again So kiss me and smile for me Hold me like you'll never let me go"
I'm thinking of the song "Leaving on a Jet Plane," by Chantel Kreviazuk. Tonight is my last night at home. In a little more than twelve hours from now, I'll be sitting on a plane. First I got to Philadelphia, where I then make my connection to go to D.C.
I'm not so much scared of my roommate, or the travelling...I'm terrified of leaving home. Sometimes I thank myself for choosing Syracuse. Most times though I wonder why the hell I chose a location so far away. Not that I was left with many options, but...I really hate the thought of being away from home. Granted, my trip to D.C. is only for six days, but its makes me upset anyway.
When I was little, I used to take a monster cloth shopping bag with me every day to nursery school. The shopping bag was filled with literally, every single one of my toys. My mother said I used to do it because I needed the familiarity of home. Nothing's changed since then. I'm sure everything will be fine in the long run, but its sure as hell not fine now. This trip is just a small reminder of what I had felt when I went away to Carnegie Mellon and what I'll almost definitely feel when I go away to Syracuse. Talking about college is fun when its such a far away event.
I begged my mother to let me go on this trip. Its costing her $1200, despite the $4000 she and my father shelled out last year for CMU's summer program. Although I have to say I had no idea how homesick I'd be when I went away to CMU. Why did I ask my mother to let me go to another summer program???? Sometimes, I confuse even myself.
I won't have access to a computer during my trip probably, so I'll just write everything down on paper and transfer it later to my home computer.
I don't feel like doing a phobia of the day.
Until later
Artist
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