thinking back on yesterday.....
today i didn't get any moving done. instead gordon and i visited terri at work. did some shopping. met up with lauren and nate at shogun sushi. terri met us there. went to starbucks and laughed our asses off! it was so fabulous to laugh so hard and loud that we didn't care. laughed like we didn't have a care in the world. those are the best kind of laugh sessions, ladies and gentlemen. we then decided to go to the wherehouse in granada hills (tear) that's closing and we shopped. i got 10 cds for $39.51!!!! i got good ones, too. i'm excited! we saw "something's gotta give" at the mann 9 with jack nicholson and diane keaton. it was real cute. i liked it. but it was a lil bit too long. it dragged on longer than it should have, but hey, i'm no movie editor or critic. just my opinion.
terri took me home and we sat in the driveway and talked for a bit.. when she said something that hit me: "you know. it's gonna be weird.. you not living here anymore." a house... who would've ever thought that leaving a house that hasn't been a home in quite sometime would be hard. i sure as hell didn't. sitting here.. typing this entry.. i think of how many people have walked around in here, laughed in here, cried in here, threw up in my bathroom ;), loved and hated in here, argued, made up, ate, sang, spent the night, lived here, sat at this very computer and typed... i guess i've just been avoiding what's coming. it's going to be really hard leaving this house. but at the same time i know it's for my own good. i guess i just never thought i'd be leaving it in this way. or for the reasons that i'm leaving it. i thought that i'd leave to voluntarily move in with friends... was going away to school.. found a great job... i dunno.. anything, but never this. and maybe that's what is making or going to make it so hard. the circumstances surrounding my departure.
that which doesn't kill us only makes us stronger.
right?
terri took me home and we sat in the driveway and talked for a bit.. when she said something that hit me: "you know. it's gonna be weird.. you not living here anymore." a house... who would've ever thought that leaving a house that hasn't been a home in quite sometime would be hard. i sure as hell didn't. sitting here.. typing this entry.. i think of how many people have walked around in here, laughed in here, cried in here, threw up in my bathroom ;), loved and hated in here, argued, made up, ate, sang, spent the night, lived here, sat at this very computer and typed... i guess i've just been avoiding what's coming. it's going to be really hard leaving this house. but at the same time i know it's for my own good. i guess i just never thought i'd be leaving it in this way. or for the reasons that i'm leaving it. i thought that i'd leave to voluntarily move in with friends... was going away to school.. found a great job... i dunno.. anything, but never this. and maybe that's what is making or going to make it so hard. the circumstances surrounding my departure.
that which doesn't kill us only makes us stronger.
right?