transitions
So the prospect that i WILL be moving out in about two weeks... is
really settling in. tonight. right now. and it is flippin' freaking me
out.
How am i suppose to go home and be in a room.. for hours at a time.. all by myself?
How and i going to sleep when it is dark.. and quiet?
There won't be fire alarms, or drunk entertainment at 3 in the morning when i can't sleep. There won't be silly people yelling at the windows, or a line for the microwave/toilet/shower/laundry, or noisy beds, or alarm clocks going off at 5:15. There won't be the constant murmur of the three of us obsessively talking on aim. There won't be the spastic out breaks of laughter from those aim conversations. There won't be trips to the bookstore, or meeting on the rug for lunch. What about the times when we can all just talk through the darkness in our rooms as we lay in bed comtemplating everything?
I will miss Dashboard Day, and Alanis Day, and car trips to blockbuster where I fall over in the parking lot, adventures to make our way around Fredericksburg, accidental trips on I-95, collective rain boot wearing day, movie nights, 12 minute abs (and the music!). I will miss Lex's hate for tangerine peach crystal light, Anita's perpetual mind sweeper clicking, and the three of us belting out 90s power ballads.
I can't believe i have to leave. I want summer so bad, but i don't want to leave here. Taking down our posters, packing up our lives... seeing this room empty, exactly as it looked the day we moved in - Like we have never lived here... will be very strange.
As it is when any year passes, i will never get this one back. This one, it just, wow, it went too fast.
but at least we have on line shopping for comforters, and a to scale drawing of our room next year, right Neety?
Isn't it odd to be uncontrollably excited for the future while you are gripping dearly to the past(present?)?
In conclusion... this summer will be an amazing four months.
.... just enough time to become attached again, only to be uprooted once more?
How am i suppose to go home and be in a room.. for hours at a time.. all by myself?
How and i going to sleep when it is dark.. and quiet?
There won't be fire alarms, or drunk entertainment at 3 in the morning when i can't sleep. There won't be silly people yelling at the windows, or a line for the microwave/toilet/shower/laundry, or noisy beds, or alarm clocks going off at 5:15. There won't be the constant murmur of the three of us obsessively talking on aim. There won't be the spastic out breaks of laughter from those aim conversations. There won't be trips to the bookstore, or meeting on the rug for lunch. What about the times when we can all just talk through the darkness in our rooms as we lay in bed comtemplating everything?
I will miss Dashboard Day, and Alanis Day, and car trips to blockbuster where I fall over in the parking lot, adventures to make our way around Fredericksburg, accidental trips on I-95, collective rain boot wearing day, movie nights, 12 minute abs (and the music!). I will miss Lex's hate for tangerine peach crystal light, Anita's perpetual mind sweeper clicking, and the three of us belting out 90s power ballads.
I can't believe i have to leave. I want summer so bad, but i don't want to leave here. Taking down our posters, packing up our lives... seeing this room empty, exactly as it looked the day we moved in - Like we have never lived here... will be very strange.
As it is when any year passes, i will never get this one back. This one, it just, wow, it went too fast.
but at least we have on line shopping for comforters, and a to scale drawing of our room next year, right Neety?
Isn't it odd to be uncontrollably excited for the future while you are gripping dearly to the past(present?)?
In conclusion... this summer will be an amazing four months.
.... just enough time to become attached again, only to be uprooted once more?