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"Try to understand that I'm trying to make a move just to stay in the game..."
- Keane, "Everybody's Changing"
So this will probably be the last blog entry I'll make from my room in Fargo this year. I'm going to try to get all of my stuff packed up tonight to load into the van tomorrow before my mom and I take off on Monday. And then it's time to start my summer adventure...
...If I can survive the week back on the farm...
When I woke up this morning, very much out of nowhere, I felt this almost crushing worry about money and my finances; I started wondering if I would be able to pay to move myself out to the west coast (post graduation). For whatever reason, the worry was so strong that I couldn't get back to sleep again. I had to get up and check out UHaul prices on the web to assure myself that it could be done (which it can, for a lot less that I would think). I wonder if this is the kind of worry that my mom and step-dad live with each day... If so, I can see why they're panicking so much about my recent travel decisions...
Luckily I don't live with these worries every day; I wouldn't be able to deal with it. Golden aura, right?
Can I just say that I hate packing? And I don't even have (relatively) that much stuff. I'm just not an organized person and here I am trying to pack the artifacts of my life neatly away into boxes--doesn't work well.
The other day I changed my MySpace location to Sacramento so I could start meeting/talking to people out that way. It's been working... almost a bit too well. And I was worried that I would have troubles meeting friends this summer...
Anyway, it's time I got myself back to work. I should try to have most of this packing stuff done for tomorrow. I'll post again once I hit Cali.
- Keane, "Everybody's Changing"
So this will probably be the last blog entry I'll make from my room in Fargo this year. I'm going to try to get all of my stuff packed up tonight to load into the van tomorrow before my mom and I take off on Monday. And then it's time to start my summer adventure...
...If I can survive the week back on the farm...
When I woke up this morning, very much out of nowhere, I felt this almost crushing worry about money and my finances; I started wondering if I would be able to pay to move myself out to the west coast (post graduation). For whatever reason, the worry was so strong that I couldn't get back to sleep again. I had to get up and check out UHaul prices on the web to assure myself that it could be done (which it can, for a lot less that I would think). I wonder if this is the kind of worry that my mom and step-dad live with each day... If so, I can see why they're panicking so much about my recent travel decisions...
Luckily I don't live with these worries every day; I wouldn't be able to deal with it. Golden aura, right?
Can I just say that I hate packing? And I don't even have (relatively) that much stuff. I'm just not an organized person and here I am trying to pack the artifacts of my life neatly away into boxes--doesn't work well.
The other day I changed my MySpace location to Sacramento so I could start meeting/talking to people out that way. It's been working... almost a bit too well. And I was worried that I would have troubles meeting friends this summer...
Anyway, it's time I got myself back to work. I should try to have most of this packing stuff done for tomorrow. I'll post again once I hit Cali.