You talk like a grape

I never really unpacked. I think that says something about this stage in my life, but I can’t quite figure out just what that is.

But, at the same time, there is so much to do in the three and one half weeks until I move into the apartment. Some things still DO need to be packed, various books and movies and articles of clothing need to be returned to their owners, library books need to be returned, old computer must be cleaned out and reformatted, room thoroughly cleaned and put into such an order that things will “keep” until I make a short journey home at Christmas (only for a few weeks…but it will be enough time to really finish moving myself out of this house).

It’s kind of funny – I think my parents expect me to move back here at some point. Don’t they understand that I really do not plan to?

Strange…and as I’m thinking about this, I’m talking to Beca online and we’re discussing the fun we’ll be having for Amber’s birthday. And I’m wondering how things with Mark are going to work out. And noticing, suddenly, how utterly exhausted I am.

Too much. Gotta go.