Almost Gone...
About 9:30pm Saturday evening, after finally finishing packing and moving out of 'The Limit', I think I finally allowed myself to feel excited finally. Because I think I lost about 4 pounds of tension after getting it done. And instead of fretting about what I haven't done, I finally started thinking about how cool it'll be.
Packing was relatively simple, but it felt really weird leaving The Limit. Surreal more like. I've lived there for over a year, and it was one of the first times I'd been on my own. But I was starting to feel like I wasn't progressing. I wasn't becoming a better individual, or getting any more experiences under my belt. And I think the move came at the right time for that. Not meaning to step on any toes or such, because what made it worst was my odd schedule. When I did see my roommates it was after work when they were tired, and my odd sleeping schedule meant I missed parties and events more often then not. But my previous lifestyle was leading towards a lonely couple of years I think. And I still haven't been able to get over my problem of doing what I want before doing what I need to do. I don't want to try and struggle into the world of literature without a degree, and to get the degree I need to buckle down and do the work. And I think I can get myself into shape for doing just that. But I couldn't do that living where I was.
I have learned much from all you, my friends, and I thank you for the experiences. I was just a stupid kid when I met most of you, annoying and naive. Now I'm a stupid adult who is now annoying and less naive. But in all seriousness, I need to get out of my environment to grow, and as much as in pains me to leave and break some of those bonds I feel I must.
But hey, keep in touch, I'm going to need some support in this difficult time. This IS a drastic action to relieve the problems I've been having.
Packing was relatively simple, but it felt really weird leaving The Limit. Surreal more like. I've lived there for over a year, and it was one of the first times I'd been on my own. But I was starting to feel like I wasn't progressing. I wasn't becoming a better individual, or getting any more experiences under my belt. And I think the move came at the right time for that. Not meaning to step on any toes or such, because what made it worst was my odd schedule. When I did see my roommates it was after work when they were tired, and my odd sleeping schedule meant I missed parties and events more often then not. But my previous lifestyle was leading towards a lonely couple of years I think. And I still haven't been able to get over my problem of doing what I want before doing what I need to do. I don't want to try and struggle into the world of literature without a degree, and to get the degree I need to buckle down and do the work. And I think I can get myself into shape for doing just that. But I couldn't do that living where I was.
I have learned much from all you, my friends, and I thank you for the experiences. I was just a stupid kid when I met most of you, annoying and naive. Now I'm a stupid adult who is now annoying and less naive. But in all seriousness, I need to get out of my environment to grow, and as much as in pains me to leave and break some of those bonds I feel I must.
But hey, keep in touch, I'm going to need some support in this difficult time. This IS a drastic action to relieve the problems I've been having.