Moving & Packing .

I think that a lot of people like seeing new places, moving new places, taking vacations, moving around and taking in all the experiences that come with that. I think we all agree, though, that packing (and more importantly unpacking) is probably the worst possible thing ever. Wouldn't life just be so much easier if we could just automatically have the things we needed teleported to wherever we were going?!

That being said I started packing my stuff up this week since I'm moving out on Saturday. It's been going -- well to be perfectly honest it hasn't really been going much at all. I've got pretty much all my clothes packed up, and just about everything off my desk, but I'm still pretty far from done. However, I did realize that I actually have a lot less stuff to pack up than I thought. As it turns out I really did bring a ton of stuff home this past winter break.

My family is rolling into town tomorrow, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited, which is interesting because I can't really remember the last time that happened. I think as you get older, you just sort of appreciate everything a little bit more, understand the difficult challenge of being a parent, and you just want to share your life a little bit more and share some experiences a little bit more. Couple that with the excitement of imminent graduation (and yes, I am totally and entirely done with all the work that I have to do with that, which in and of itself is thrilling), and you get yourself one happy camper.

On one quick side note, I've been seeing a few people that aren't really continuing their blogs anymore, and I just want to address that. First of all, it has been a true pleasure being a part of your lives, and reading all that you have to say and being able to jump inside your head and just read all the thoughts on the walls there. I hope to somehow keep in touch (if that's possible?) and that your life brings you all the joy that it can, despite being blog-less!!

I totally understand that at some point people just need a change in their lives, and this change is a good one. And as heartbreaking as it is to all the faithful readers, at the end of the day you gotta do what is right for you! Best of luck!

friendship & sacrifice .

The other day my parents and I got into an argument about helping my sister move down to DC. She currently lives in Philly, but recently got a new (and better paying) job down there, and thus will need help moving stuff from her Philly apartment down to her new one in DC. My parents suggested that I use both days of one of my "weekends" to do this, or even take off from work to help. I have a huge problem with this, and before you think I'm just a terrible person, let me explain why.

move in .

It's amazing to think that winter break is already done and finished, and this Wednesday, I'll be starting classes. Wow, has the time flown! Driving all the way down to Clemson was a chore. I took my car and my parents took their truck to help bring some of my stuff. I realized also that I have a lot of clothes... probably too many. Perhaps I should really go through and try to pass some of that stuff along to some people less fortunate. I'll have to go through it at some point.

ugh .

So of course the one day that I have a billion things to write about I am cut short by time. Tomorrow I'm driving back down to school (you know, 800 miles, 14 hours or so including meals and stops for gas, no big deal) and I think for the first time it has sort of snuck up on me real quick without me knowing. Granted, I was dragged out today to run errands that ran entirely way too late... thus hindering me beginning the packing process. Luckily, I'm at the point where all I need to do is put my clothes in suitcases and then start loading up. I know that it's going to take longer than I want it to though. The plan is to leave at 11am. Well given that it's 1230am already.. yeahhh not going to happen. On top of all that, I'm worried about having money to pay for things. Basic things, like rent and gas and food. I'm praying that I can find a job (another thing on my to-do list; applications and searching and such -- which I told myself I would do over break and neglected to do at all). Life is just life sometimes, you know? I just gotta keep telling myself, "Come on now... no more fantasy life in Barcelona, time to get back to the real world..." and then do it. Prayers would certainly be appreciated...