I'm home from a long exciting week. It sucks to have to get back into the swing of things, work, and getting ready for school.

My sister is gone. She moved over the weekend to Madison, Wisconsin. I didn't even get to say good bye. I know its only 4 hours away and it's not like I'll never see her again. Things are just going to be so... different. Her room is empty and echoes. The house is just quiet and lonely. My parents and I went to dinner last night and it really hit me right then, "How many?" she asked, "Three." Danielle and I were close, most unlike other siblings. I'm happy for her, I'm glad that she's in a place that she loves. I guess I just got lucky having her around for an extra two years. I got lucky that all my close friends and my boyfriend are all staying and going to the U of I, so I can't imagine what it's like for them saying good bye to their other friends that are leaving. Yet I sorta do know what it's like, because my sister left. I just don't know how to adjust. I guess what is so hard is that I didn't get to spend her last week here with her. I just don't know.