Tidbits from the journal

Packing is quite revealing. It's amazing how much junk you accumulate that you just don't need. Ridding myself of it all has been awesome.

As more and more things get put away in my room, it's starting to settle in. This weekend has been excruciatingly slow, which is uncharacteristic of the past 3 weeks. But that's because I'm paying more and more attention to my approaching departure. It really is a big deal.

I'm this close to a kitty of my very own!

I just went through some older posts, from the early summer, from before. Those words seem as foreign as ones posted here years ago. My life moved so far forward this year it's been hard for me to keep up, which is what I imagine people who suddenly become famous feel, people who travel all year long feel, you have to keep yourself grounded in order not to lose touch with your soul, or maybe you'll find it.


I don't think I've ever had so much hope for the future as I do now.

It's the season for thanking...and I guess I want to thank skype. I want to thank yelp. I want to thank the universe. I want to thank myself.

Sometimes it's hard to play it cool, most of the time I want to run around telling people why, how, what, scream it even, sing it even. And it's the silliest thing, even if I knew it wouldn't annoy the crap out of most people, I probably wouldn't because sometimes I still think the something bad is going to happen, something is going to spoil. Its a fear, a symptom, something I feel is pretty normal considering and as you get older, but something I don't really pay attention to. Everything is what you want it to be, so make it what you want it to be. So when I feel like I need to share, I try my hardest to, to just let it out, not play it cool. I try really hard to let it all out, until I'm a ridiculous puddle of mushiness.