To Blank

A short story about what next year may be like.

To see.

To feel.

To smile.

To walk.

To ponder.

To smile.

To reach out.

To hug.

To squeeze.

To hold.

To cry.

To say goodbye.

To feel.

To compartmentalize.

To walk.

To sit.

To feel the rain

to warm a memory.

To be proud.

To leave.

To be homesick.

To want

to return.

To hope.

To wish.

To enjoy freedom.

To learn new things.

To explore.

To be homesick.

To realize things are going to be different. 

To be okay with it. 

To grow up.

To worry.

To feel.

To drive hours

to see familiar faces. 

To rock out all the way home.

To see.

To feel.

To smile.

To walk.

To ponder.

To smile.

To reach out.

To hug.

To be home. 

Who knows, my experience may be a lot different than yours. Either way, I plan on drinking a ton of chocolate milk and jumping off the bow of a ship. Here's to next year