So, i'm house sitting my grandparents house and realized something, i'm home sick. great. i hate that idea, esspecially since i will be moving to illinois in a month and such. i know i will probably be alright after a few months, but still. i'm beginning to get nervous about everything. this whole thing was like a dream, and now its reality and i'm scared. what if i screw up? it helps to know that i will have a roommate. she seems really nice, and i think we will become good friends, but still, i am a little nervous. also it helps to know that my boyfriend will be there for me. hell he wants to be there the first day i am up there, which is real cute, and i am excited about.

plus, christmas break is like what, 4 months after that? one month has flown by here. maybe i am not so much home sick as i am lonely. because home doesn't seem homey anymore, and its hard to be there since my cat died. too many memories, i'll just have to get over it i suppose.