"I get so emotional baby, every time I think of you"

Half  of my dorm room is empty, and tomorrow afternoon it will be completely empty. The walls are no longer covered with the Smallville poster and various fashion ads, my "I heart Jim" mug is packed away, and I have thrown away many of my "first draft" papers. My bed is de-lofted and sitting in the middle of the room, my roommate is safely back home, and I am here surrounded by boxes and empty shelves. 

I guess you could say the feeling of moving out of my dorm and ending my freshmen year of college is bittersweet, but I would say what I am feeling is more bitter than sweet...

I am anxious to see what the summer holds.