So It Goes

Sometimes I use the number of Tumblr pages I go through either in the morning or after a long day to determine how long I’ve been gone (don’t judge). 

Well, today it was 21 pages, which may be a record. 

I can safely say that aside from eating dinner (the second I got home from work), sitting around mustering the energy to get up for about thirty minutes, and taking a bath for about thirty minutes, I didn’t stop doing some sort of work from 7:30 this morning until 11:30 at night. That’s 16 hours of nonstop work. 

I helped my best friend and my boyfriend and my mom load up a U-haul, ditched them to go to class, came back to return the U-haul, went straight to work, came straight home, ate dinner, unpacked, unpacked, and unpacked. I owe them so unbelievably huge not only for moving with/for me, but also not complaining one SINGLE time. I have the best people in my life, no doubt about it. 

Despite the fact that I know I’ll only be here for two months before I have to pack up and start over at somewhere completely different, I already feel at home.

Things that I love after living here for seven hours:

• Consolidating and sharing food
• Reorganizing (I am clearly a HUGE packrat)
• Feeling comfortable enough to sit in the living room
• Having a bigger room
• That my best friend is five feet away

Things I have to get used to:

• Wheezing. A lot.

…. Yup, that’s all I’ve got.