"it is the end of something simple and the beginning of everything else..."

Why are goodbyes always so tough? As positively incredible as the last weekend has been I have found myself crying at least two times a day between saying goodbyes to the majority of the friends that I'll miss most and the thought of not seeing them for so long. There's a mere 12 more days. I want to go abroad, I couldn't wait, but now...
I just wish I could be more excited. I cannot help but think to myself how it is the "last time"- I'm going shopping with friends in Stanford. watching my sister's dance recital. eating dinner with my brother. hanging out with the boy. I am an unbelievably sentimental and emotional person (read: not handling the prospect of everything changing well at all.) Don't get me wrong, I know how amazing it is that I can spend the next year traveling and learning throughout the world. I am so very thankful for the opportunity but that's why this whole self-sympathy thing is killing me. My summer has almost been too good, I just don't want it to end. I guess nobody ever really promised life would be easy :(. Alright, well, here are the missing photos of my past meals finally... Breakfasts: Lunches: Snacks: Dinners: Dessert: