After a weekend of traveling and rain, I'm sitting outside in my parents backyard, soaking in the beautiful 70 degrees weather. It feels like fall, the time when school starts, the air becomes crisp, and a hot latte is the perfect way to relax. This fall feels so surreal. I'm not in school, and I don't have job. Instead, I'm living under my parents roof for the last time. It is so bittersweet. The bitterness is being away from Matt, the sweetness is knowing that I'll be with him forever in 74 days. The bitterness is leaving home, leaving what I know how to do, leaving what I'm used to. The sweetness is that I get to start a new way a life, with my best friend by my side. That is beautiful thing to dream about.