Man... I'll Miss That...

In less than one year I will be on my own. I guess not technically on my own, but I won't have parents calling me just to know where I am, my grandma or grandpa won't just drop by to give a casual hug... And late at night, I won't be laying in my bed, begging for sleep to come, and my littlest brother will suddenly attack me out of thin air. After I leave, those things will probably never happen again.
In less than a year, I will leave everything that I have ever known... Which won't necessarily be a bad thing, because this is the exact thing I have asked for since I can remember... But it will take some getting used to. I won't be able to hop in a car full of friends and waste the day away doing absolutely nothing. I won't have practice at six o'clock in the mornings, therefore, neither Kenzie or I will come to school, hair wet, face makeupless, with nothing on but a white tank top and a pair of baggy sweat pants... I will miss that.
A year from now, I'm sure I'll have friends, but I won't be around the ones that know my every word before it comes out of my mouth, or the ones that tell me when I have something in my teeth. Next year, when I fall, I'll be around people that might actually help me up, instead of the one's here that stop and laugh until I get up and then tease me about it for the rest of the day because they know that if you hang out with me, the tripping goes hand and hand... Believe it or not, I'll miss that too.
After this year, I will no longer be able to run into the house, grab the $5 off the table and go eat supper down at Jims... For one, I'll be too poor, and secondly, I won't have a Jims. After this year, I won't be able to drive down the street, in reverse, just because I can, or go up to the point and sit on the hood of my car and watch the stars, just because there's nothing else to do.
Once I go off next year, I won't come home and have me dog and cat waiting there to greet me at the door... Man I'll miss that.