trippy

So today I said a lot of goodbyes, and have a few more to go through tomorrow I suppose. It is all just really bizarre, I guess--it hasn't sunk in yet at all. Even though my room is empty, my car is full, and I am for sure leaving tomorrow. Twenty-four hours from now I will not be in Provo.

Weird. Trippy music which is the current soundtrack of this feeling: Strawberry Fields Forever by the Beatles.