And so it begins..

As I get ready for my move (just about two weeks!), I have been bombarded with things to do. Packing and going through things, mostly, but also with the whole friends thing. Now, I've never been one to have a bajillion friends who always hang out. Quite the opposite, actually. Even though I have never had a ton of friends, I have a few. I know I've posted about how crappy my friends can be, so I know this isn't new news. Here is what's currently happening. My friends have showed no concern about the fact that I'm moving. They aren't talking to me any more than usual, nor are they trying to hang out. Pretty much, they are giving off the vibe that they don't even care. One of my "friends" actually told me "she didn't feel like driving the hour it takes to get to my house to see me before I leave." That certainly proved what our friendship was worth. I guess I just thought, for some stupid reason, that people would act differently. I was obviously wrong. My dad, as well, has been acting very rude about this whole thing. I understand the fact that he is hurt and upset that I'm leaving, and he also doesn't "trust" this whole situation, but honestly? I don't have much time left to spend with him. I really think that he should be making the best of the time we do have, and stop being so self-centered with the fact that "he doesn't want me to go." I want everyone to know how much I will miss them, but they should be happy for me that I am finally doing something that I want to do.