7.5 hours.

I'm sitting in my hotel room in San Francisco and it has never been more clear to me. 

I am making a huge mistake going back. 
But I can't change that. 

Last night I joked my way through dinner, saying I should just quit now, see where it gets me. My dad said, "Hey. I'm paying for that. Enjoy it." 

I replied, "If I don't I'll pay you back." 

Manando that shit.

"I love you. Make out with lots of girls." 

"I love you too. And I'll try." he said as I slammed the car door. 



This was my goodbye with my best friend. 

Every part of me is saying finishing college is a mistake. Which is crazy. But somewhere deep in my gut I know I shouldn't go back. But I have to. 
Potentially this year could be the biggest mistake of my life. 
Potentially this year could be the year I learn the most. 
Potentially this year could be the year I learn I know what I need to know to do this for real. 

Regardless, unfortunately or fortunately I'm going back. Tomorrow. 


So. 

I guess we'll see.