bring out the kleenex

I cried today. Twice. Or was it three times. Who's counting anyway? It'll probably happen again a few more times this weekend.
I have always been a person who gets attached to a place. This place has been no exception. In fact, it's been stronger here than other places like, say, ole Riverside.
It started like this: I was in my car at the corner in front of Subway, on my way to get Amy for lunch. It is a beautiful day. I start looking around (for those who don't know--my family readers--this intersection has a prime view of campus) and thinking about how awesome Clemson is. It suddenly hits me that when I go to Washington I won't be here (brilliant realization, I know). Then I start thinking about all the people I won't see for 3 months. Mom, and Dad, and Shelly, and Julie, and Chris, and Paul. Let's not even mention that I might not see Amy until Thanksgiving except for one day. Yeah. And there's the whole graduating thing.
So I start tearing up. by the time I reach Amy's dorm, tears are just streaming down my face and I have to ask her to bring a kleenex with her when she comes down. So yeah. I get it together, start telling her why I was crying, and end up crying again. THEN we get to lunch and I say a prayer really quick and we both tear up over that. So, it's just been one seriously drippy day.
So there. Thought I'd share.