Bittersweet.

I miss the mountains. I'll miss the nostalgia of Raleigh.
I miss the rugged outdoors. I'll miss the comfort of my childhood home indoors.
I miss the independence of being away and alone from home. I'll miss the support of my loving family at home.
I miss my friends in Boone. I'll miss my family and friends in Raleigh.
I miss my home in Boone. I'll miss my home in Raleigh.
Is it possible to be torn in two? I am.
I love everything about Boone: the crisp mountain air, the unexpected, the rigor of classes, the independence, the friends, the landscape, the jagged edges of the outdoors.
I love everything about Raleigh: the familiarity, the unconditional, loving family I am so lucky to be blessed with, the friends I seem to have known for ages, the straight-edged lines of urban downtown.
I am so unbelievably ready to be back in Boone, but I am so unbelievably sad to be leaving everything in Raleigh behind.
Most of all, my family. I miss my family every single day I'm up in Boone, and that is one of resounding pains of Boone.
I wish more than anything I could have it all, family and Boone, but I know I can't. So for now I'll have to settle for both whenever I can get them and in 2 days, it's Boone's turn.
That does not by any stretch mean that I won't miss my family more than anything, I just wish they knew how much I do.