To the summer that's almost over,

I'm going to miss the constant girls' night out, the amount of time I have to watch How I Met Your Mother and the amount of time I have to write a story I'll finish one day. I wander the house and the smell of curry fills the house while my mother tells me to come downstairs.

My younger sister clings onto me, knowing that I'll be leaving in just two weeks. My university is very close to my home, yet she won't be able to see me every day. My suitemate for next semester snapchats me and updates me on her life while we're in different parts of Maryland. Excited, yet nervous freshmen message me, asking me questions. I remember the anxiety filling me up, the excitement I felt walking into my dorm building.

One of my friends from college messages me about their day and long messages are exchanged because we're a hour apart and neither of us have our licenses. My roommate for next semester texts me about how she just saw the moon and I think, "Wow she's so nice!" while I hold onto the hope she's better than the one before. I hold onto the hope that my roommate experience will be more comfortable. I mostly do not want this roommate experience as shown in this gif from New Girl:

Late night adventures in the summer are spent sitting in the car with my friends driving. I look around, feeling lost yet strangely at peace.The humidity hits me when the air feels and smells like you're swimming in dirty pool water.

The Soft Stuff ice cream hits my mouth and the sweet sensation of summer reminds me that this feeling is fleeting. This feeling will be my nostalgia when I'm in the dorms, stressing out about exams. The feeling that I'm getting older, that things are constantly changing and there's not much I can do about it is something I try to ignore. I ignore this feeling by filling up my online shopping cart, pretending that I can hide under the disguise that's brightly colored lipstick. Maybe I'll think more about this feeling. But for now? I'm going to continue watching How I Met Your Mother and waiting for the inevitable.