Right now I’m both incredibly happy and ridiculously depressed because in less than an hour and a half I’ll be driving back to college. This makes me happy because I’ll be reunited with my friends and get to move in to my new apartment, but depressed because that means being 4-5 hours away from my home, my family, and my boyfriend for the next 5 weeks.
I just wish there was some way to do this other than driving because it’s the shittiest form of transportation for a person in a volatile state. When you travel by plane or train you aren’t in control and can feel free to go to the restroom and cry or distract yourself by talking to the person in the seat next to you. When you’re driving, especially alone, it’s like being trapped in a bubble with whatever emotion you’re feeling. There’s no way to relieve or distract yourself from it, so every every minute, every mile, every hour, every state line that passes, you are constantly reminded that you’re bringing yourself farther and farther away from what you already miss. There’s just too many chances that you’ll turn back around and never make it to where you were going to, or that you’ll lose it and flip the car and never make it anywhere at all.
I suppose I’ll go finish packing, now.