Wow, weirdest feeling ever.
I'm sitting here in my deconstructed room as Kellie starts packing up and I'm reading blogs and I read Alyssa's post about missing Europe and I have this terrible feeling that I will never get there. I almost started to cry...totally out of the blue. ("blue lips, blue veins, blue-the color of our planet from far, far away" fav song of the moment)
I have more than enough money to go to France just sitting in my bank account. And all of a sudden I'm scared to death that it'll all get spent up on ballroom shoes, rent, food, movie tickets, lessons, etc...
Is it awful that sometimes I think that once I'm done with ballroom my life will really start? That once I no longer have rehearsals and competitions I can finally focus on chemistry and actually do an internship or study abroad?
How much longer can I pull off sticking an appendage in every pool?