The Body Electric

We're doing a poetry unit in English.
I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would. My favorite title is "I Sing the Body Electric" and my favorite line so far is "Nature without check with original energy". Makes me think of balancing and releasing and expressing and just being without censoring.

I came here searching for myself. I've come a long way. It's hard to see change in the midst of things, but when I step back for a moment and reflect--which I haven't been balancing out quality vs. quantity well--I notice the little things like the shift in sentiment and the new perspective and new tastes and new vivacity to try and struggle and be challenged and sometimes fail but get back up again and keep on persisting because the final result just becomes that much more gratifying when you really have to work there to attain it. Might sound cliche. I don't know. I don't want things to be too easy back at home. I know that they won't which is frustrating because the things that should be basic in life become amplified to be more difficult and the other things come easily, the complete opposite of my life right now here. It's like the other one doesn't exist but in two short months this life won't exist. I will still be. This family will still be. I will still be a part of this family, but this lifestyle and this situation will never and can never be the exact same again. I had so many expectations for the year and I suppose that I've encountered them, just not in the way I'd expected. I've become a different person and I know that I'll do my best to apply it to my old ways and life but I'm just scared. It brings salty tears down my cheeks as I even write this. Why do all good things have to come to an end?