homecoming

homecoming has become bittersweet for me. it was my last one today. i love hoco week, i think it’s my favorite of the school year. i love participating, especially when i used to be so scared to. i love that i make sure i’m involved and have as few regrets as possible. but i spent a lot of the week thinking about my old friends. being part of a group.  hanging out on the lawn, being stupid, joking around. and it doesn’t feel like the last time, even though i know by this time next year i’ll be in college. i’m happy, really, but growing up is so hard.