No Mo' Joe

Joe is leaving tomorrow morning. Joe. Joe, my roommate for the past four months is leaving in the morning in thirteen hours. I’m going to miss him, though I would never say that to his face. I’m going to miss the way that he is always messing with me, how I usually wake up in the morning to his middle finger in my face. I don’t know when I’ll see him again, if I ever do. I plan to visit some, but what if something happens? There is no guarantee of anyone’s time left here on this earth. Tomorrow could be the last time we see each other....ever. Kinda weird to think about. At this moment, I wish I was coming back to school at Saint Cloud next year, and living in the apartment with Randy, Joe, Andy and Amy, but I’m not. I will be over a thousand miles away at a school with people that I don’t want to see. I guess I could always cling to the possibility of coming back to St. Cloud next year or even next semester. Who knows? I sure hope God knows what’s going on with my life because I sure don’t have a clue. I hope he has good things in store for me because if I always feel this way, I’m going to have a pretty restless life. I guess I say all this to conclude that I’m going to miss Joe. He has been a great friend to have and my life just won’t be the same without him around.