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A night for goodbyes.

Tomorrow is the big day. It is the day that I will load up my dad's truck with my last few belongings, drive two and a half hours to a big new city, and begin my life as a college kid. But, you know, it isn't the thought of finally moving away from home that tugs at my heartstrings and makes me a little weepy. Living in Austin is sure to be a blast, and I am not the least bit sad about that part. No, this restlessness of mine is not a result of leaving home, but of knowing that I will never come back.

I will miss everything about this place. Our living room, where my parents and I always enjoy our coffee together on Saturday and Sunday mornings while watching and discussing the news; where Dad would wrap me in a towel as a toddler and swing me so high in the air that I felt like I was flying; and where I would sometimes fall asleep by the fireplace during the winter months with my dog, Kaki, by my side. Our kitchen, where Lance and I successfully engaged in a full-blown food fight with bow tie pasta one night a few years back; where Mom would occasionally have hot chocolate waiting on the stove for me and Jason after returning home from school on a cold day; and where I cooked my first actual meal for my parents. The backyard, where I shared a kiss or two with the most amazing boy that I have ever known; where Marissa and I loved to pick hundreds of honeysuckle flowers every spring so that we could sit on the trampoline and carefully dissect them in search for the honey; and where Daddy built me my very own swing set. Our game room, where Jason somehow convinced 7-year old me to play baseball with him numerous times, even though we only had couch pillows for bases and no room to run; where hours of homework were completed night after night at the big wooden computer desk; and where Kristen and I would stay up late into the night watching scary Lifetime movies or The O.C. reruns on the big screen. My bedroom, in which the walls have heard a plethora of secrets from the endless hours of girl talk between me and the best friends that I've been blessed to keep all of these years; where I have sat time and time again in the same spot next to the window, reading a good book or talking to God in uninterrupted peace; and finally, where I lay my head one last time to dream familiar dreams before I leave it all behind.

Goodbye, home. You've been good to me. 

(Yes, my room is Pepto Bismol pink. And I sleep with a teddy bear. What can I say? I like what I like.)


  1. i just did this as well. as my mom left this morning i cried, its not like ill never see her again, its just she is four hours away, its a weird change living in my apartment at the moment going and getting ready for school without her, bought all my own groceries and stuff like that, its crazzy just a little.. youll do awesome !! what are you planning on majoring in ?

    1. i'm majoring in english and photojournalism! :)

  2. I just read this post again (the first time being sometime last year when I started reading your blog and went crazy on the "You might also like:" links at the bottom of each post) and it actually brought tears to my eyes. It also may have had to do with Vitamin String Quartet playing "The Cave" by Mumford & Sons in the background. But still. You are a wonderful, wonderful writer. You pulled me into all of these moments with you.

    1. you're so sweet, johanna. thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts.


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Hi, I'm Emily! I'm a 27-year-old writer, whole foodie, and wannabe world traveler currently residing in Dallas, TX. Welcome to my little corner of the internet, where I chronicle my everyday adventures, both at home and abroad. Stay awhile!