Adult Tantrums

Little kids have it easy. ok, we all knew this but really think about it. When you're two and something is outrageously unfair and awful you can just throw yourself around and scream and cry and throw things at people. Even though they may not get what they want, I'm sure they feel better about their tiny little lives.

Sadly, this behavior is not acceptable when you're 18. BUT if it were, trust me I'd be all over that right now.

Looking back on the last couple of months of my senior year, I'm a little confused as to why we were so excited to graduate and grow up and take on all of that responsibility.  I should have just relished the last few months seconds with my best friends.

I'm not hating college or anything, I'm just sad that I don't get to experience it with my two best friends. I miss them both like crazy right now. I miss my family and all my other friends too, but I will see most of them over Thanksgiving so it's bearable.

I don't get to see Katie for another 2 months, and I don't get to see Ethan for 2 years. (Actually, less now. ha.) But for reals. Both of those dates seem so far away that I just want to throw a fit. Why did we all have to choose different paths? I'm excited for Katie to go to BYU-Idaho and I know she's gonna love it, and I am definitely excited for Ethan to spend the next two years of his life serving his Heavenly Father and the people of Ecuador but it doesn't make the separation any easier.

It's really odd to go from being surrounded by family and best friends who all understand you pretty well and think you're hilarious (ahemkatieahem) and awesome and pretty and fun and nice and special, and then to be in a place where there's not even one person (yet) who knows you like that. I never had to explain myself because my family and Katie and Ethan just got me.

And now they're gone.

And that's why I want to throw a tantrum.

*end rant*

<3 Em