April 25, 1999

I am the poster child for seperation anxiety. Tomorrow is going to be a terrible day. I have an exam in the afternoon and then I have to come home, clean Ben's tank and Tony and Lola's tank and pack them up to take back to Grand Rapids. I love my fishies. They've been here for a lot of things; keeping my spirits up in good times and bad. I wish I could take them with me this summer, especially Ben, but it's just not practical.
This is just the beginning. Life holds so much for me and sometimes I am impatient to wait for it; one thing never changes though, it's the leaving that gets me. I am much better at handling seperation when it's someone else doing the leaving, not me.