so much crying!
The housemate move-out is in process... this is tough
Last week was Musical Theater Senior Showcase... afterwards, KP and I bawled our eyes out in the hallway as we congratulated our housemates... getting so talented in four short years :) We cried with Mark's mom and Laurel's mom, and even Mark got a little teary-eyed. Mark left the next day. Andrew kept saying things like, "that may be the last time you ever see Mark. Watch him, there he goes, the last time you will ever see him." He was just being a dick, but he may have a point. Needless to say, KP and I cried again.
Laurel is leaving tomorrow morning... and after that she'll only stop home to load up her car before she's gone for good. Despite all the housemate dramas over the past few years, she's been close with the house this last month, and that makes it so hard! I have lived a room or so away from that girl for four years, and I am going to miss her. Once again, tears.
Once KP leaves, I am going to be a MESS. I don't know what I'm going to do without that girl... so I'm just going to pretend that she's staying forever. Which she is. I won't talk about the boxes in her room, instead I decided to believe they are actually just clean laundry she hasn't folded yet... she will ask me, "Julie, can you hand me that, uh, pair of shoes in the corner?"
This house is a shithole, but my housemates are priceless, and this whole goodbye thing is going to take some adjustment.
Last week was Musical Theater Senior Showcase... afterwards, KP and I bawled our eyes out in the hallway as we congratulated our housemates... getting so talented in four short years :) We cried with Mark's mom and Laurel's mom, and even Mark got a little teary-eyed. Mark left the next day. Andrew kept saying things like, "that may be the last time you ever see Mark. Watch him, there he goes, the last time you will ever see him." He was just being a dick, but he may have a point. Needless to say, KP and I cried again.
Laurel is leaving tomorrow morning... and after that she'll only stop home to load up her car before she's gone for good. Despite all the housemate dramas over the past few years, she's been close with the house this last month, and that makes it so hard! I have lived a room or so away from that girl for four years, and I am going to miss her. Once again, tears.
Once KP leaves, I am going to be a MESS. I don't know what I'm going to do without that girl... so I'm just going to pretend that she's staying forever. Which she is. I won't talk about the boxes in her room, instead I decided to believe they are actually just clean laundry she hasn't folded yet... she will ask me, "Julie, can you hand me that, uh, pair of shoes in the corner?"
This house is a shithole, but my housemates are priceless, and this whole goodbye thing is going to take some adjustment.