Miss halfway.

I've had Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer stuck in my head all day long.

Woooaahh, we're halfway there. Woooahhh, livin on a prayer.
Because we are halfway there. The countdown is finally on.
Because in [about] 365 days, my best friend will be home. 
You don't realize how long a year is until you're counting every day.
You notice every weekend, every holiday.
You keep track of the emails, the letters, the packages.

You find weird ways of measuring time [only ____ more Friday nights! Only ____ more finals weeks!].
And as the days pass, you learn a lot about yourself. You do things by yourself, or for the first time. You change.
In the last 365 days, I have:
Moved four times.
Worked two different jobs.
Gone on three vacations.
Taken eight finals.
Mentored 35 freshman.
Dyed my hair five times.
Joined a sorority.
Made dozens of new friends.
Written and received over 100 letters.

Things have changed--but not too much.
I'm in my second year of college, and I study by myself in the library--but I still have an alarm set for Monday morning emails, and the mailman is my best friend on Friday afternoons.
I can drive the canyon [at night and in the snow] by myself without freaking out--but I listen to Rascal Flatts like it's a bad habit.
I still can't pop my own knuckles--but I've learned how to change a tire and a brake light.
I've made friends that are more like family--but I still wish he was with me on all the crazy adventures we go on.
I've learned a lot about who I am and how to stand on my own two feet--but I still miss my best friend, and I can't wait til he's home. So finally, after 365 days, 52 weekends, 36 letters, 12 Fast Sundays, and one incredibly long year, I can say...
See you in 365, Elder!