It's Gonna Be The Most Messed Summer Ever

This summer is going to straight up suck for me. Moving out of the only place that I have any recollection of growing up in is pretty damn hard. Having the best neighbours friends ever living just a door or so down from you is also definitely going to be missed. People say change is progress, and it's something I've come to believe as generally true. But for once, I really don't know if that's the case here. I'm being uprooted from everything I know and have become comfortable with, and I don't like it.
Think of a little child on the first day of kindergarten. Now think of that kid that's crying because he wishes he was home. Yeah, that's me right now (Except men don't cry).
Hopefully one day I'll look back at this and think "Hey, this was actually something good."
In any case, I can't stop this now. Might as well try to make the best of it, no?

I'm pretty sure that won't happen.