i am wearing rainbow-striped toe socks my nana gave me for xmas
i'm leaving this place
cline house
in a matter of hours
i can't describe the facelift this basement bedroom has undergone since i started packing last night.
i've managed to pare most of my life down into about a dozen cat litter boxes, a few garbage bags and aside from my bed, shelf and dresser, little more than a stack of records and a poster of elwood blues to remember this place by still stands.
i learned today that if i really apply myself, i can be shamefully, shamefully lazy.
i also learned that if i really apply myself, i can make an incredible, incredible difference
so here's to new beginnings
i'm starting a new phase of my life in a bachelor apartment on king street
all by myself
anyone i've told i'm moving out on my own has cringed and gone 'thank god i'll never be that grown up'
well to that i say pshaw!
this is going to be fantastic
as much as i hate moving - and i really do (this is move # 7 in 4 years) - i LOVE unpacking
and i LOVE trying to make myself keep my space in order
i hope that my space being my space alone will be the kick-in-the-ass necessary to keep me neat and tidy
otherwise... ulp.
scary thought.
so now that my room looks the best it ever has (and that includes the day i moved in) i am reluctant to leave
but when i wake up and know that the next time i wake up will be in my very own place?
i think i'll be ok.
might need a few supportive phonecalls here and there to stop be from being sketched out by the whole 'all-alone, all-the-time' thing. but i should be allllllright!
only mission ahead of me now before i can really relax is figuring out how the funk to get my 150lb dresser from the cline house to the other end of westdale without a rental truck.... oh lord.
however, all the lame is countered by some of the wicked-ass shit i unearthed while reorganizing the bombshell that is my personal space. cd case chock fulla cd's, tons of clothes i forgot i had (all laundered now!) and an assload of paper.
writing ahoy!
xoxo
cline house
in a matter of hours
i can't describe the facelift this basement bedroom has undergone since i started packing last night.
i've managed to pare most of my life down into about a dozen cat litter boxes, a few garbage bags and aside from my bed, shelf and dresser, little more than a stack of records and a poster of elwood blues to remember this place by still stands.
i learned today that if i really apply myself, i can be shamefully, shamefully lazy.
i also learned that if i really apply myself, i can make an incredible, incredible difference
so here's to new beginnings
i'm starting a new phase of my life in a bachelor apartment on king street
all by myself
anyone i've told i'm moving out on my own has cringed and gone 'thank god i'll never be that grown up'
well to that i say pshaw!
this is going to be fantastic
as much as i hate moving - and i really do (this is move # 7 in 4 years) - i LOVE unpacking
and i LOVE trying to make myself keep my space in order
i hope that my space being my space alone will be the kick-in-the-ass necessary to keep me neat and tidy
otherwise... ulp.
scary thought.
so now that my room looks the best it ever has (and that includes the day i moved in) i am reluctant to leave
but when i wake up and know that the next time i wake up will be in my very own place?
i think i'll be ok.
might need a few supportive phonecalls here and there to stop be from being sketched out by the whole 'all-alone, all-the-time' thing. but i should be allllllright!
only mission ahead of me now before i can really relax is figuring out how the funk to get my 150lb dresser from the cline house to the other end of westdale without a rental truck.... oh lord.
however, all the lame is countered by some of the wicked-ass shit i unearthed while reorganizing the bombshell that is my personal space. cd case chock fulla cd's, tons of clothes i forgot i had (all laundered now!) and an assload of paper.
writing ahoy!
xoxo