Two weeks from today I fly out to Salt Lake City. This is definitely weird for me. It seems like this summer has flown by and yet at the same time everything that happened seems like it was so long ago. Graduation seems like ages ago, the week when Mom and Emily were in Charleston feels like it was last year, and now before I know it, it's time to start school again. The kids start school a couple of weeks before I do and that's weird to think they only have one week left.
I need to finish packing up my stuff, but I think I'll wait until next week because most of the stuff I'm packing now I need and I'd rather not live out of a suitcase for the next two weeks. Rachelle and I are having a party tonight for the end of the summer and to see everyone off before they go to school, the Best of EFY program is this Saturday, my last day of work is next week, my birthday is a week from Saturday, donut night is the night after that, and then I leave. I'm more excited than sad or nervous right now, but I definitely expect that to change come the morning of August 28.
Emily and Mom just finished painting the room last week and it's still in an organized form of chaos (if there is such a thing) with a bunch of junk under my bed that I don't really intend on fixing until I leave. There's a few things that go on my wall that Mom doesn't want to put back up yet because they don't know what they're going to do with the furniture so I just have all this stuff under my bed that I don't know what to do with, so my plan is just to leave it there and take what I need when I finish packing.
I can't believe my last day as a Wamulian is a week from Wednesday! Unfortunately I'm in that mentality where you know you're done after a certain day and you can't wait, so consequently the days preceding that last day are somewhat painful because you know you won't be there much longer. I working a bunch this week and I need the money, but that doesn't make the time fly by any faster. On top of sheer impatience I'm feeling, I have so many other things I need/rather be doing. Good grief, I know I only have two more weeks and I want them to fly and drag all at the same time. I want the time to pass quickly (which I know it will) because I'm just impatient right now. I hate it that impatience is in my inherent nature. I want the time to drag (which I know it won't) because I know that this is basically it and I want to soak it all in before I go. It's so weird having so many conflicting feelings all at the same time.