I’m moving into my college dorm tomorrow.

I’m sure you can imagine the bittersweet feelings I have about it.

I’m about to move in with three people

who are all like me in one way or another.

This is what I wanted, right?

One more night in this haunted house. One more night of not having responsibilities. One more night of the sweet life. One more day of mental twisting. One more day with the dog who taught me gentle love and to not be so frantic to push my love on someone.

Will my family’s voices ever leave my mind?

Will I ever let them leave?