Packing
Mom comes on Sunday and I really hope I don't get boerd till then..friday saturday sunday...shouldn't be a problem, I don't have too much stuff, manegable with Mom n' the minivan, people leave, people go, its strange to live together and then know you will see eachother next year after a summer spent seperated but next year you will not live together and with that bond gone, these people are gone. Also the thought of other people in my dorm room next year, in my corner next to my wall, standing where I stood while I brushed my hair and haveing memmories disturbs me. For someone else to sleep with someone else where I slept with someon else, where we sat, makes me think of someone sitting in the chair of a dead relitive. I feel like my ghost is still here and will be for a while, will not leave for the summer, will not leave for the fall, hibernate for winter and will be gone by spring.