I’m not sure why I felt the need to write this thought out but I did it anyways.

I would have to say that the hardest part of going away to college so far is the fact that I had to literally leave a part of my life, a part of me, behind.  It’s hard enough not being able to see my family on a regular basis, but at least I know they’ll always be there when I come back.  Friends, on the other hand, are completely different.  I am lucky enough to have so many great friends in my life back at home, but I just don’t get to see them anymore.  Not because I choose not to see them but because I simply can’t see them.  There just aren’t enough hours in the day when I come home for a brief weekend and have to run a relay race between family time, homework, friends and, not to mention, catching up on much needed sleep.  I worry; nonetheless, that these friends eventually will disappear and move on, after all it’s only natural.  I suppose, though, that it’s just a part of life and growing up.  But, at the same time I can’t help but feel a little discontent about it either.  I miss them and I sometime miss the way things used to be, but I suppose with progress always come some kind of unwanted change as well, however disappointing a reality that may be.