so.
We're moving to Maine after all. Tim got into UMaine and we've applied for housing and I wrote up my resume... and it's actually all happening. He's going up to the campus this weekend for the Physics Department's open house. It's a 12 hour drive up there, or a horrifically complex system of plane trips, or the world's longest train ride. I'm not sure how I feel about being so far away from where I grew up and everyone I know. But hey, if people can go to Japan and California and wherever else, I can go to Maine. It's not going to be that cold, right? Right?
I guess I need to buy some winter clothes. I can't get by on hoodies forever. I bought some adult pants, you know, ones not made out of denim. It felt... odd. Like I was playing a part, or dressing up in Mommy's clothes or something. Like I'm playing the role of an adult, because there's no way anyone could actually believe I'm an adult. Just today, Tim and I went to the liquor store, and he didn't get carded... but I did. The clerk actually pointed at me and was like "can I see your ID" before I was even really at the damn counter. No wonder I always feel like I'm doing something wrong when I walk in there, even though I'm not. I'm an adult, I swear! But I feel like I got away with something when I buy booze, still. I pulled one over on ya, coppers! I... legally bought alcohol! Mwahahaha!
Maybe I'm not ready to move. I'm way less scared about getting married than I am about moving, actually. Funny, that.
I guess I need to buy some winter clothes. I can't get by on hoodies forever. I bought some adult pants, you know, ones not made out of denim. It felt... odd. Like I was playing a part, or dressing up in Mommy's clothes or something. Like I'm playing the role of an adult, because there's no way anyone could actually believe I'm an adult. Just today, Tim and I went to the liquor store, and he didn't get carded... but I did. The clerk actually pointed at me and was like "can I see your ID" before I was even really at the damn counter. No wonder I always feel like I'm doing something wrong when I walk in there, even though I'm not. I'm an adult, I swear! But I feel like I got away with something when I buy booze, still. I pulled one over on ya, coppers! I... legally bought alcohol! Mwahahaha!
Maybe I'm not ready to move. I'm way less scared about getting married than I am about moving, actually. Funny, that.