Am I actually ready for this?

I mean, seriously. The freaking out has crept in. I am leaving on Sunday for Boston. This Sunday. Harvard. Yow. New town. New school. New people. New everything. Considering that I'm not even ready for the physical move (yeah, I've had all summer, and I have accomplished nil), I don't even know about the whole uprooted social scene. Maybe that's why I've tried to avoid seeing people, so I don't have to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. Plus, you rarely know when "goodbye" really means "goodbye." How many times have I said it, and still seen the person again? Far too many to count. So, I will take that optimistically. If I haven't said goodbye to you, that's why. I'm just such an optimist.