There is something comforting about listening to my father and my brother discuss soccer and movies and everything under the sun while the game is on and the cheers of the fans are taking me back to the Revolution games and the cookouts and the camps and the crushes and when everyone was relatively close geographically.
Things sure have changed, which is obvious and is to be expected; coming to grips with changes is just a strange process. Of course college is becoming this huge part of everything and is freaking me out, though that's becoming standard.
Blah blah blah, banter banter; it's a lot of talk that is hard to process and grasp and fully realize. Everyone is saying that wherever I end up I'll be happy, which I think is true, but it's still incredibly stressful and annoying and I want it to be over.
None of this matters really.