I know what its like to feel as if time is slipping right through my fingers, and to be noticing things that are already gone forever. I spent today reminiscing at the house I’ve grown up in for the past 18 years, and it hasnt hit me until today that I wont ever be walking out the same front door to go drive in my little hyundai elantra to meet up with friends or pick up some take-out. I wont ever see my mom walking down my street on the way there. I wont ever again wake up at 7 a.m. to find someone waiting for me to walk out my back door and go into the park. And theres just an endless list of things that id kill to have back. I was always so worried when I was younger that I wouldnt have those special memories that you hear people talk about in movies, thought of as, “the good old days” but now I see that I do have all of that. I just wasnt at all ready for them to turn into just memories. I shouldnt have worried so much. Because now that I was forced to move out of my home, it just leaves me feeling sad.