I know I have a whole year left, but it hasn’t hit me that I’ll be graduating next year. It just seems too unreal. Applying to colleges, leaving home, starting off in a new place again. Now that it’s creeping up slowly behind me, I don’t know how I’ll leave home. Home is where everything is, it’s where my family is. I know for sure I’ll be home sick for a while, missing every single one of my siblings, no matter how irritating they get. I’m really going to miss my family here. I don’t know what got me on this topic, but I know that I need to start taking things more seriously. I have one more year left of high school. One. That’s insane. I remember thinking back to my freshman year hoping senior year would come quick, and now that I’m halfway done with my junior year, I wish I was a freshmen again, not having to worry so much about the next part of my life. But I have a year to make the best out of everything.