Atlantic.

"And all the girls in every girly magazine can't make me feel any less alone,

I'm reaching for the phone, to call at 7:03,

And on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home.

But I know it's too late, I should have given you a reach to stay."

One year ago today, I was getting on a plane and flying across the Atlantic.

Everything should have ended differently.

If all goes well, five months from today I'll be getting on a plane and flying South; for good.

If I don't get into Savannah, I don't know what I'll do.

+ 66 days of school left.

+ 70 days until I'm legal.

+ 71 days until Graduation.

My dog's head is laying on my lap.

Right now, I don't feel so alone.