My aunt asked about college yesterday. I told her I was going to Western. She told me I didn't sound very excited. I told her I wasn't, but that I wouldn't be excited either way. She asked about my pros/cons list, so I explained it to her. Once I was finished, she told me she didn't understand; I sounded so much more enthusiastic about Oakland and that my list of pros was way longer for that university.
Well, she was right. I was more enthusiastic about Oakland. WAY more, really. Oakland had several more pros that Western.
But let's do something here: let's take everyone out of it. Ashlee, Katie, Erica, Andrea. Cassler, Jay, my mom. Vince.
What am I left with? I am left with the fact that Western is an absolutely GORGEOUS campus. I am left with the fact that I fell in love with the place when I was there. I am left with the fact that I will be living on my own, in a dorm, joining sororities, being a college kid.
I am left with the gut feeling that Western is right for me. Hell, maybe Oakland is right for me, too. And I'm sure Oakland would be great, for many of the same reasons as Western and I'm sure for the reasons that Western does not and cannot offer.
And while everyone I listed above means more to me than I can put into words, I should come first. This decision should be about me instead of everyone else. Why I never realized this before is beyond me. Will it be hard? Yeah. Just leaving the people at work will be hard, not to mention my friends.
But, no offense guys, this shouldn't have anything to do with you. And if you love me like you say you do, then you won't forget about me.