I have decided that I am not good at being in one place, which really doesn't work with me since because I don't handle change very well, but at the same time I love it when things are constantly changing, as the norm. Odd? I think so. Since the beginning of school I have moved every 4 months, or less. Here is the run-down: Dorm, Home, Dorm, Condo, Home, Condo again, Home, Spain, Home, Apartment...Go me. And, today, my last roommate kicked me out. Why? Because I have plans for the summer that don't include paying rent. Wonderful. So now I am trapped paying rent unless I get a sublet...prayer, please. And I am running out of names to call my new residence. Technically, it is a condo, but I already lived in one of those. Maybe it could be my "pad" or my "hizzhouse" of even my "hobbit hole", for now I will settle on "my place" because it will be mine. But a cooler title is definitely a work in progress.
On another note, moving is great because:
1. I realize how greatly I am loved by my friends, and what they will do for a pizza.
2. I get to explore a new area, which is almost like traveling.
3. REDECORATING...pier one, here I come! Though, now with the stuff that I have accumulated somehow I have to make black and brown match...which is basically the only fashion rule that I actually follow.
So what do I say, bring on the change, but with lots of help!
Now what?
14 years ago