...I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm busy, with barely enough time to get it all done. So many things have worked out exactly how they were meant to. I procrastinated about renting the Uhaul trailer for this Wednesday only to find out a few days ago that I actually can't move until Thursday (due to where my last name falls in the alphabet). Last week I complained to Mike about our lack of even one day together in which we had nothing else to do but spend time with one another before I left--now we have that entire Wednesday to ourselves. My road test (on Tuesday) is also no longer the day before I leave. I'm calmer about moving in general. The change will be hard but it should be. I love the people I'm leaving behind, and if it weren't difficult to say goodbye than what the hell kind of person would I be anyway?
A big part of me becomes increasingly excited to go with each passing day. I'm going on to graduate school to begin the final stretch of my academic career, and I know I'm smart enough, I know I'll love it, and I know it'll go by in the blink of an eye. I'll meet new people, go to new places, and grow. It's a new adventure.
Kate and Maureen moved into an apartment three buildings down from Mike and myself (!!!). I love having them so close but I'm sad I'll only get to enjoy it for a few more days. They made us some yummy dinner tonight and it was a mere three-minute walk back to my place afterwards. :D Today I saw Shruti for the last time before I leave. I had a great time with her--we went out to eat just the two of us and then hit up the mall for some shopping--but it was difficult to give her a hug goodbye not knowing when I'll see her again.
All my things are in boxes. My pictures are packed away. Now it's time to live it up. :D
2 comments:
Yay, I move back Thursday too, IT'S LIKE WE'RE MARRIED!! Minus the unsatisfying intercourse. I'm so excited for you! Little Amanda Jobin! A graduate student! Why, I remember when we used to sit next to each other and toot our clarinets, while Mr. Anderson groped us with his eyes. Oh, how his eyes did grope!
Does this make me Mrs. Spanky McSpankerson? *bats eyes*
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