But truth is…I don’t really wanna think how big of a deal all of this is. College. Being on my own. Leaving Shiloh and the only home I’ve ever known. Losing my childhood home and all its memories. Leaving Mason… I’m afraid I’ll back out if I dwell on it. Afraid I’ll beg our parents to keep the house—stay—when I know how hard it is for them. Hell, it’s hard for me. But then again, I’ve always been a bit of a masochist.
