Not just a hop, skip, and a jump away...

It hit me. Right now. 11:41pm. I laid down to go to bed to realize I missed my twin extra long. It hit me that I can no longer go upstairs to hang out with a boy. I can no longer go across the street to endless people's rooms. To walk to all of my friend's house will take more then 5 min. And I'm sad. I'm lonely. Already. It'll get better- I know. I went through this exact thing 9 months ago when I moved in. And everything worked out famously. I just- I'm just not ready yet. My bags will remain unpacked and my old pillowcases will remain on my pillows for one more night. And tomorrow will be another day.