Gum On Your Shoe

This is going to be another one of those pointless posts, just to give you fair warning...

Lately I feel as though all original thought has ceased to exist in my poor abused little brain. I'm starting to wonder if it's even still working up there. The same stupid things keep pestering my conscience and I am starting to wish that there was a hibernate button for my head. I'm leaving in approximately 13 days and I think it's finally starting to sink in because I find myself musing over all the things and people I'll have to live without for the next 18 months. The *things* are fairly insignificant and I know those will all be here when I get back, but the people are a little bit harder. All my life, I have found that I attach myself to people. Once I find friends that I like, I stick to them like gum on a shoe. I'm annoying and uncomfortable, sometimes hurting your foot when you walk really fast and feel that small lump on the sole, and you can't really get rid of me unless you scrape me off with a razor blade. However, now that I'm leaving everything I know, I find that I'm a little scared. Not enough to stop me, because this mission is like a force of nature, it IS happening. But the idea that people I care about will be moving on and away makes me really sad. I can't stick to them if I'm not here. The problem is I keep focusing on what I'm leaving instead of what I'm going to. I just have to keep reminding myself that I'm going on to meet new people, climb greater heights, and do a whole lot more of good. So forward and onward, no more glancing back.