officially, it's summer...although the weather would beg to differ
so....i am home. although you wouldn't know it considering all my crap is still packed up and stuffed together on one side of my room.
oh and i'm sleeping in the guest room upstairs since Scott, a guy in my mom's graduate program, is staying in mine until tomorrow. so i am still living out of a suitcase and haven't had a chance to unpack. it might take me some time to actually get settled.
it is good to be home though. it was weird packing up my room. i mean, i know i did it all last year, but it was different because at that time i was living with emily, and we had to keep asking each other which stuff was whose. there was none of that this year. everything in that room was mine (with the exception of the dvd player and that one book that brendan lent me - both of which i still have). i spent so much time there this year, and it kind of makes me sad that i won't ever see it again. i keep thinking that i left something there and i picture it in my mind, imagining that i left my refrigerator plugged in or something. but no. that room was spotless.
i think that this was so weird for me this year because last year i wasn't the last to leave. i checked out the day before emily did, so i never saw the room all empty and bare. when i left our room last year the rug was still on the floor and emily's decorative lights were still hanging above the window. come to think of it...i never saw that room empty, because emily even moved in a day before i did.
anyway, i'm rambling, but i guess my point is that there are places in my life where a lot of my memories will remain, and it kind of makes me sad that even though i can always come back and visit my college campus after years have passed, i won't be able to see the rooms where i spent my first two years and had some of the best times of my life.
ah! sentimental, i know. but i need to be sentimental every once in a while. i promise not to do it too often.
all for now.
oh and i'm sleeping in the guest room upstairs since Scott, a guy in my mom's graduate program, is staying in mine until tomorrow. so i am still living out of a suitcase and haven't had a chance to unpack. it might take me some time to actually get settled.
it is good to be home though. it was weird packing up my room. i mean, i know i did it all last year, but it was different because at that time i was living with emily, and we had to keep asking each other which stuff was whose. there was none of that this year. everything in that room was mine (with the exception of the dvd player and that one book that brendan lent me - both of which i still have). i spent so much time there this year, and it kind of makes me sad that i won't ever see it again. i keep thinking that i left something there and i picture it in my mind, imagining that i left my refrigerator plugged in or something. but no. that room was spotless.
i think that this was so weird for me this year because last year i wasn't the last to leave. i checked out the day before emily did, so i never saw the room all empty and bare. when i left our room last year the rug was still on the floor and emily's decorative lights were still hanging above the window. come to think of it...i never saw that room empty, because emily even moved in a day before i did.
anyway, i'm rambling, but i guess my point is that there are places in my life where a lot of my memories will remain, and it kind of makes me sad that even though i can always come back and visit my college campus after years have passed, i won't be able to see the rooms where i spent my first two years and had some of the best times of my life.
ah! sentimental, i know. but i need to be sentimental every once in a while. i promise not to do it too often.
all for now.