Where did it all come from?? How one earth am I supposed to pack it? It is now 9:20 pm. We're supposed to pull away in 12 hours and we still don't have all my stuff on the truck. I have furniture on, but no clothes, dishes, dvds, picture frames, bathroom stuff, pillows, shoes, etc. And everyone has deserted me in the packing effort. If they don't care, then I'll just stay in Texas and be perfectly happy (even if there isn't any furniture left in my room here). Anyway, it still doesn't feel real that I'm moving out of the state and won't be back for two months. I didn't really get to say goodbye to everyone or to all my favorite restaurants. I feel like summer cheated me out of another week. Anyway, I'm proud of myself for not crying at all today or yesterday! And I usually do. I feel emotionally unattached to this whole thing. I'm sure it will hit me next tuesday when my mom flies home and I'm left alone in Virginia. Alone in Virginia sounds like the title of something...maybe that's what I'll call my novel. Alright, I sound silly. Time to get back to packing and loading, loading and packing. I can't wait to take a shower and get in my bed for one last night in Tejas.
Cheers: to my puppy recovering nicely from getting spayed
Jeers: to a squashed finger
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