Change

     I abhor change. For the simple reason that it is scary. No one wants to have their life thrown into an upheaval. I like routine and traditions. No one wants to have something they know and cherish taken away from them. Having something to depend on is important. Now you might say, "Well people always let you down." But I choose to believe that even though people can let you down there is always someone in your life who know you and cares enough to try and be there at all cost. This earthly person, for me, is my sister. The closer it gets to June the more I hate change. You see, she is a senior. I hate that word. I hate that she has to leave. And finally, I hate that I have to be an only child at home for an entire year. I do not want things to change. It seems like we just started to be be really close and I do not want to lose that by having distance between us. I have yet to accept this change and I doubt I will be willing to any time soon. At this moment, I am sitting in our living room looking at my sister's senior picture hanging on the wall. It makes me want to throw it away and then go and cry somewhere. However, throwing a picture away will do absolutely nothing. So I continue to sit and stare and be mad at change because there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.