Holy fuck, Batman (though I'm sure Robin never said that). . . I'm down to my last two and a half weeks in Tampa. My last day at Express is next Saturday, and I'm still in shock that time has gone by so INSANELY fast. I still remember moving into Tuscany and being roommates with Mindy and going to Int'l like every other day. 

I'm at a point where I'm sad it's all coming to an end, yet I'm ready for it to be over. As much as I've said I hated this place, I've met some pretty amazing people here. Todd keeps asking me what I'm going to do without Eric, ha, and I don't know! I'm about to be one of those unemployed graduated kids living with my parents again. And all I keep thinking of is what I'm going to do next. . . where I'm going to live (because we all know I can't stay still very long), who I'm going to run off with, what my next step will be. 

But for now, let's say hello to nostalgia. 

Here's to new beginnings. 

Here's to saying whatever and actually meaning it.
Here's to not wasting any more time over the idea of a former love.
Here's to making new friends in Chicago. . .  not to replace the ones I already have, but to expand my social circle.  
Here's to finding a new job, not to mention being done with school. (+++)
Here's to saving up enough money to find my own apartment with one of my oldest friends. 
Here's to moving on with my life as I should've been doing all along. 

November 16 marks the start of a new me. A new life.