My last week

Okay, so I got so busy my last week with the crazy shifts I was working and trying to pack that I didn't get to do what I had planned. So now, almost two weeks later I am writing my 'my last week' post. I did however manage to get my 'It's over post' up there so check it out ( It's over.  ). 

My mood the last week of the program varied from: crying so hard I couldn't breathe- to- having a mental break down- to - laughing so hard I couldn't breathe-to- not speaking. 

I was kind of a hot mess that last week, I gave several people several reasons not to like me, because the stress really had gotten to me. 

(real life photo of me. ) 

I was a mess of emotions, it didn't help that I was getting up at 3a.m. every day, and not getting to sleep until 10 or 11 every night. I was burn out and it was showing. 

The night before I moved out of the apartment was the worst. I cried a lot, almost non-stop because I knew I'd be leaving all my friends the next day to go to All-Star Music to meet up with my family. I was so confused, I was so upset, and so excited in the same breath and it didn't make any sense. 

 When it came to actually leaving my apartment my hardest goodbye was to Ashley. Of course, we had been the closest all program, leaving was no joke. But when I actually walked out of the apartment and left this is how I felt. 

I didn't actually pack anything correctly until I met up with my mom at the resort because she had my other suitcase. So I just kind of shoved everything in the suitcases and said see ya. 

Then when I got to the resort after a failed attempt at surprising my mom I was like this for a long time that night: 

there's going to be a different blog on my family's trip soon!