Ever since I decided to transfer in January, I had been so excited because I hated that place so much and I knew I would be leaving forever.
I was leaving all the bad memories and all the people who had abandoned me while I was there for such a short time.
I knew leaving my remaining and new friends would be hard, but when I was driving around saying my last goodbyes, I could not help but break down in my car.
For a brief moment, places I used to look at and only remember a bad memory turned into a place I looked at and remembered something fun we did.
The hour and 45 minute drive home did not exist. The stupid radio knew what songs to play to make me cry even more.
P.S. Driving in a car filled to the brim in the rain while crying is not a very good idea.
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I don't regret making this decision. I need to leave. And I'm happy to be gone.
But when that final realization hits you that you are never going back, it's really hard.
No matter how much you said you hated it.
It's hard.
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College: Part II: Starts now...
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