I leave tomorrow night, in 24 hours.
Molly just left and now it's real.
8.27.2009
8.24.2009
Hawaii.
I have abandoned this blog as of late to freak out on my own. I guess it's time to check back in.
It's Monday and I leave on Friday and I have so much to do I just can't get myself off the couch. A debilitating amount of things to do. Really though, I need to wash all my linens, sort through my shoes, or everything in my closet, and start putting things in the suitcases. I keep bouncing from panic to relief. I panic and think, "Oh my god. I'm moving. I'm moving so far away from everyone I know. What am I doing? This is crazy. I am crazy." Then I sort of reel it in and think, "I am awesome. This is awesome. I am moving to New York City. The only unknown at this point is my school curriculum and even that I have an idea of." Anyway, this week will fly by and I will be on a plane and off to the East coast before I can even catch my breath.
I've had my going away party. Everyone showed up and I felt really special. I had a great time and I felt like most everyone else did too. I'm so happy it went well and now I have that wonderful recent memory to bring with me.
This week I have a Girl Dinner planned for Wednesday and lots of little errands in between.
Molly found me a date through her match.com account who lives in NYC. We've exchanged emails and it's silly and we're meeting once I get there and then maybe it will all fall apart, as many online dating experiences do.
So many feelings. I keep trying to sort them all out, rationalize them, and put them into neat little boxes. I'm having no luck so I think I will abandon my organizing and take them all at once, messy and complicated.
It's Monday and I leave on Friday and I have so much to do I just can't get myself off the couch. A debilitating amount of things to do. Really though, I need to wash all my linens, sort through my shoes, or everything in my closet, and start putting things in the suitcases. I keep bouncing from panic to relief. I panic and think, "Oh my god. I'm moving. I'm moving so far away from everyone I know. What am I doing? This is crazy. I am crazy." Then I sort of reel it in and think, "I am awesome. This is awesome. I am moving to New York City. The only unknown at this point is my school curriculum and even that I have an idea of." Anyway, this week will fly by and I will be on a plane and off to the East coast before I can even catch my breath.
I've had my going away party. Everyone showed up and I felt really special. I had a great time and I felt like most everyone else did too. I'm so happy it went well and now I have that wonderful recent memory to bring with me.
This week I have a Girl Dinner planned for Wednesday and lots of little errands in between.
Molly found me a date through her match.com account who lives in NYC. We've exchanged emails and it's silly and we're meeting once I get there and then maybe it will all fall apart, as many online dating experiences do.
So many feelings. I keep trying to sort them all out, rationalize them, and put them into neat little boxes. I'm having no luck so I think I will abandon my organizing and take them all at once, messy and complicated.
8.11.2009
8.04.2009
Warp Speed.
It's August, I am a year older, and time is flying by.
Camping was absolutely amazing. I had so much fun. I laughed more than I have in a while and literally forgot what was happening in my life. This trip whisked me out of reality and into the woods.
And now we're into August and I'm getting nerves in my stomach that are undeniable. I go to bed thinking about leaving and I wake up thinking about leaving. I will have less than $1,000 a month to live on. To feed myself, get around the city, and just "live" on. That's not very much at all and I'm a little upset that I'm back to my Top Ramen days. I know how to live like a poor-man, I know how to eat cheaply, and not buy new clothes or go to nice restaurants. I will be so ready to have a job and a real paycheck after this program. 15 months!
I have this month detailed on my iCal. My days are numbered. Ahhhhhhh.
Freak out is imminent.
Camping was absolutely amazing. I had so much fun. I laughed more than I have in a while and literally forgot what was happening in my life. This trip whisked me out of reality and into the woods.
And now we're into August and I'm getting nerves in my stomach that are undeniable. I go to bed thinking about leaving and I wake up thinking about leaving. I will have less than $1,000 a month to live on. To feed myself, get around the city, and just "live" on. That's not very much at all and I'm a little upset that I'm back to my Top Ramen days. I know how to live like a poor-man, I know how to eat cheaply, and not buy new clothes or go to nice restaurants. I will be so ready to have a job and a real paycheck after this program. 15 months!
I have this month detailed on my iCal. My days are numbered. Ahhhhhhh.
Freak out is imminent.
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