Don't Tell Me It's Over

I've never dealt well with the end of summer. It's always been hard to let go of days filled with worship, games, and friends; and nights filled with stars, laughter, more worship, and girl time.  In the past, it wasn't easy to go home, to be back under authority, back to school. It's always been difficult to be away from people I was with every day for months. 

In the past, though, I had a best friend at home.  I had someone who would share in my pain.  I wasn't alone looking at pictures and finding the PERFECT songs.  The end of the summer was bad, but not so bad.  It wasn't the end of socialization or the end of being with my friends.

This year, however, the end of the summer is even worse than most.  I'm not just leaving freedom, I'm leaving all of my close friends.  I'm not just going home, I'm going back to being mostly alone.  

Just don't tell me it's over.