on places and time

I guess, if I could change something about myself, I would actually change two things.
One: make myself more decisive.
Two: control my emotions during circumstances such as the one that I am about to explain.
OK, so the thing is, I tend to get extremely attached to places, whether they be new or old to me. It may be a hotel room in a foreign city or country that I never visited before, but because I make that room my own, I feel attached to it by the time I am supposed to leave.
It is even worse when I have to leave home to come back to school here.
However, as I grow older and realize that my college years are slowly passing by me, I realize the same feeling about leaving Philly.
It's a crazy feeling, really. I remember my freshman year when I would Skype my parents for hours crying on the screen, thinking about transferring back to a school back home because I didn't feel at home here.
Almost three whole years later, I stand less than a week away from Hey Day, a long-standing Penn tradition where the juniors officially become seniors, and I find it impossibly hard to wrap my head around the idea that I will be entering into my senior year. Aka my last year of college.
Thinking back to those countless hours of Skype conversations, I realize how much I have grown, changed, and come to accept, blend with, love, and identify myself with this beautiful city and the people in it.
It is a crazy, scary idea to think that a year from now, I will have reached the end of perhaps the most fun, challenging, memorable years of my life, and I want to deny it and avoid it as much as I can.
This is classic me, though. It takes me a while to get used to new places, but once I do, it is much harder to separate me from them.
Penn has been my home away from home and my greatest teacher. Therefore, I don't even want to imagine how I'll be handling the situation a year from now.

But then again, I have a whole year in front of me.
So I can think about that tomorrow...