My Cup Runneth Over

So, I don't really know how to start this or what to say.

It's 11:25 p.m.. In eactly five hours and twenty minutes, Dad will be waking my up.

I've cried way too much in the past week for everything I've been given.

I'm getting really tired of goodbyes.

But I'm really happy that most of mine are only for now.

Sam knows I'm leaving.

I have the best parents in the world.


I feel like this is necessary:

To Heather - Don't find a new best friend at Grenfell. Just place holders until I get back. And keep a good head on your shoulders like you always have.

To Scott - Keep an eye on Grammy.

To Sexy Eyes - Cry like you mean it.

To Erika - I love you always and always.

To Edith - Always come home.

To Robyn - I neeeeeeeeeeeeed you.

To Jacob - We love you more than you'll ever know.

To My Grasshopper - Be good. Be confident. And remember that injustice makes us better people.

To Corner Brook, to Balsam Avenue, to Mom and Dad, to Sam and Bailey, to the last door on your right - You are my home. You will always be my home. It is you that I hate to be separated from, and it is you that I will miss most of all.

If you find it’s me you're missing, if you’re hoping I’ll return,
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning, and in the road I’ll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end.
And the path I’ll be retracing when I’m homeward bound again.

Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I’ll return to you somehow.