I just realized that it will be 8 months before I am back at my parent's house. That is 8 months of school and summer...and though it seems long right now, I just got the overwhelming understanding that it will be gone in the blink of an eye.
Time goes so fast. I'm sure tomorrow I'll look in the mirror and I'll be wrinkled, 80, and hopefully happily married with healthy children and grandchildren.
That's okay. As quickly as I was overwhelmed with all that will happen in the next year, I was filled with peace about my life. It will be well with me, I somehow trust that.