The past week I have enjoyed talking to my friends in BC and being like "Well, I have to go, but I'll see you in a few days!"
It actually doesn't even feel like I'm going anywhere even though I already locked my apartment and crawled out the window for the last time. That was my FIRST place out of my parents. This should feel more significant. I have my entire life crammed into 2 suitcases and 1 carry on.
If anything happens to my computer on it's way there I'll freak right the fuck out. Perhaps go into a state of some sort of irreversible depression.
I think I'm putting off going to bed so I can put off leaving.
No comments:
Post a Comment