So today was the last day of my freshman year of college.  I screwed up a lot… a lot, a lot.  But that was good for me.  I certainly learned a few lessons…the hard way.  And next year I’m going to do better.  There were some very very hard times for me this year, lonely times, not get out of bed times.  But thats all over now.  And there were some very good times too, things that I’d never experienced before, things about myself I didn’t know before.  The good and the bad times were all intertwined and some things that started out good ended up breaking my heart, and things that started out bad made me grow so much closer to those I really care about.

Would I change what happened?  Nope…I didn’t know before, and now I do.  That’s so worth it.

Moving out of my dorm this morning was intense.  How did I get all of that stuff?  I took a whole six tubs worth of stuff when I arrived in August.  Why did I need another six to get it all back?  Next year I’m only going to have half of a room to fill up (Roommate!!), so I’m definitely going to have to keep track of stuff accumulation.  I’ve never had a roommate before….much less live with 3 complete strangers.  I’m very excited.  I just hope they aren’t messy.  That would make me very sad.

I haven’t yet started packing for Japan.  I leave on Sunday morning.  Everything I want to take with me is randomly dispersed throughout the 12 tubs now stacked in the garage.  This is stressing me out a little bit.

This afternoon I sat at Tim and Candy’s house waiting for 4:45 to roll around so I could go pick up my check at PRACS.  I love Tim and Candy.  They are the nicest people ever.  And they gave me advice…and food…and Tim was totally my wing man that one night.  I’m definitely going to hang with them a lot more next year.  They weren’t there this afternoon though…..but Portia was.  I’ve worked my magic on that cat.  As soon as I sat down she was on my lap….purring away.

Then I drove home, got home, hugged the parents, showed my new hair to father-person, stared with bewilderment at the pile of stuff in the garage, cuddled the kitties, and now I’m blogging on my LOVELY red couch that somehow found its way into my bedroom a few weeks ago.

Tomorrow I’m packing.

Yeah toast.