gone

Ive been thinking lately about this whole moving thing. Why am i sad that I'm leaving? Shouldn't i be finally glad that I am moving out? No its not that I'm scared to leave my parents home for surely i do not call it my own. Shouldn't i be excited? I'm going to be closer to all my friends from high school who went off to a 4 year down south. But I really don't care about that. I don't need to be apart of that crowd anymore. I fear moving away from these relationships that I have now. Yes, I can make new friends, its not that scary. But the bonds and friendships that i have developed are so strong, and so deep that i don't want to lose that. What about that girl? What happens when I'm gone?

Will i miss the smiles upon my kids faces as they throw snowballs at each other? Will I miss their graduation? Who will I come to when i need help? Who will i rely upon?