Transition is such a weird thing. I, personally, figured out i'm not a huge fan of change. I like to go somewhere, get comfortable and stay there. A constant changing lifestyle, however exciting it may be, sends me for sort of an emotional loop.
Sunday, i woke up at 9:00am, packed up my clothes and christmas presents, and loaded up my Ford. I put on my new plaid pea coat, and buttoned up in the living room. It was about time for me to go back to school for four months. I took one look at my mom and i could see her face breaking up. I prepared myself for the flood gates; too bad they don't provide life vests for that kind of river. I walked over to give her a hug and say goodbye. I told her not to miss me, and at least now she wouldn't have to constantly nag about cleaning up my room. A failed attempt at lightening the mood. Anyone will tell you i'll cry at the drop of a hat. I cry during movie previews. (not kidding). It was so hard to keep it together. My mom and i have a really close bond, and the break seemed too short, we didn't get to spend enough time together. You'd think after 20 years she'd have had all the Lindsey Campbell she could handle.
I walked out to my car after my moms teary eyed goodbye and my dad followed. He told me to follow him down to the bank on the way out of town and get some money. I sat in the car waiting for him to come out. I knew this was going to be just as hard as the good bye with my mom. He came out, i steped out of the car, and as he put the money in my coat pocket, i put my arms around his neck and said goodbye. His voice cracked as he told me how much he loved me and was going to miss me. Sure, its fine when Mom cries - shes a woman, and i have seen her be emotional countless times. But, Dad?? I almost lost it. I pulled back, gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to stay out of trouble. Yet again, another attempt at humor failed. Way to go, Linds.
We got in our seperate cars and parted ways. I drove to my best friends house, for yet another goodbye. (Next time, i need to learn to spread these things out.) I pulled up to Kelly's house, she jumped in the car, and we headed to D&D for our daily Large Hazelnut regulars. We drove around a bit, then i pulled back in her driveway. She told me we never say goodbyes and we huged each other, said our "i love yous" and "I'll miss yous". I watched her walk in the house and turned on my CD. Tracy Chapmans All You Have Is Your Soul. I headed towards Rt.3 North, and i dont know if it was the song, or i hadn't had enough caffine, or it was all just hitting me at once but my eyes filled up and it was all over. Thank god for waterproof mascara. The lady next to me at the stoplight watched me with a concerned look. I just lit a cigarette.
Don't get me wrong, i was excited to come back to school. But i would miss my parents. When i'm in Marshfield, i whine and itch to get the hell out. It's quite the catch 22 college puts you in. I felt a little better when Take It Easy by the Eagles came on.

I've been back at school for three days now. I'm right back in the swing of things, i've called my parents four times already, my best frend, three. When you're surrounded by your best friends up at school, you forget why you were upset in the first place. I still miss my parents. No matter how much you think you wanna leave home, or how you hate your boring hometown, whose streets you've driven over three million times, you could draw a map with your eyes closed...you never cease to hold that place in your heart for it. Good Ol' Marshfield.

Talk to you guys later, though. My mom's calling.

Union St. Bridge - Marshfield, MA