Almost There....

Two days left!!! I'm so excited and nervous that I literally cannot sleep. It may be a good thing, I will have more time to pack. It's so quiet in the dead of night. Even the white noise of the ac is loud.

There are only a few things left out of boxes. It's so strange to pack up an entire living space, kitchen and all, into boxes. I've never seen all or my (our) stuff all lumped together. Even when we moved into the apartment a year and a half ago we only had a quarter maybe of what we have now. Perhaps even closer to an eighth. By no means do we have an exorbonant amount of things.... shoes perhaps (who doesn't?). Still, it's strange. In a good way of course. It puts the fact that I have my own life into perspective. As I pack I look at the books and appliances and other stuff and I think to myself "Wow, all of this is my stuff. This is all that I have worked for." It feels good. I feel accomplished. Most of all I feel ready for the next step. Steps.

It reminds me of a time when I was sixteen. I was on the run, or a holiday, depending on who you asked. Anyways, I was staying on a friend of a friends couch. He was obviously much older. Probably closer to my age now. He had a small one bedroom apartment. We all came from the same place, more or less. Unsupportive parents, bad families or what have you. He looked around and said "This is what you get..." among other things. We were all drunk, at the very least. I looked around and at the time it seemed impossible. I look around now and see that I have surpassed what I saw then, and I am eternally happy. It does make me wander what the tree of us there that night seven years ago would have been like if we were from better families. "Better" it is such a vague term when talking about family. Better could mean more money. Then we'd be in the same trouble with more expensive toys. So no, that's not what I mean. So then I must be wondering if the three of us were given love structure and support? Not just one or two but all three? Would we have even been there at all? Would we be better for it? Who knows. Some digging on myspace shows that for some the wounds never heal. Poor souls. Poor thing...

So coming away from memory lane and on towards the days to come. I'm hoping that my camera will stop being annoying and work right, I'd really like to document the move. If not, I'll just write. Until next time, good bye.