So as I was doing my laundry early yesterday morning. I enjoyed watching the mothers and fathers walking the streets helping their children load their vehicles: the extensive process that moving out entails. I thought it was sweet. Families really are pretty cool, no matter how old you get, they're still good for something.
Then I wondered where my family was. geez mom and dad. You were just trying to keep me in shape by staying in Florida. My legs look great after going up and down three flights of stairs 50 billion times. No exaggeration. I totally counted.
Now I'm homeless and that feels weird. I realized I like having a place of comfort and familiarity. Safety and security is a natural desire I think. I am no vagabond. Nope, can't handle it.
I leave in...5 days. Everyone keeps telling me that's exciting. It hasn't hit me yet. It's still a little unreal. And I'm still freaking out that I have too much stuff or too less stuff. I hate packing.
Once upon a time...I was excited to move out. I was excited to pack and organize and clean things. I soon realized how ignorant I was...all too overwhelming, but somehow it's done. Check.
Just get me through the next 5 days. I want to live it up. Honestly, I'll probably miss spring time in Provo. I do like it here, although I can't wait for the experiences that lie ahead.
But here's what I call my current state of life: Flexible.
People ask me what I'm doing. There are options. Too many to remain objective. I'm going to take pictures tomorrow. All I want to do is enjoy the moments I have. O and write that stupid paper and take home test. Motivation=0.
PS I dropped my phone and it's pathetic now. I might be getting a new phone =/ We'll see if I want to cough up the money. And again, I'm a creature of habit and I'm slow. It would probably take me awhile to get used to a new phone. Ok I'm tired. I'm crashing in my old apartment. I still claim a little territory. Good memories I suppose.
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