ECHO!!! echo!! echo! echo.......

I will tell you right now, this summer has flown by faster than I could say "YAY!!! I'm finally FREE!!" Which is starting to feel not as good as I originally thought.  Of course I won't miss my parents, or my sister, or my house or room!  But as you read previously, you can tell that was a bunch of hogwash!  I will miss my room alot.... my parents too (yeah, yeah whatever. At least I admitted to it!!)  My sister? Naw.  I can't miss somebody who is only going to miss my stuff. (It's true. Just ask her.)

This is the last night that I am going to be sleeping in my room.  When I get back, it's not going to be mine anymore :(  I killed my room, but it was a needed sacrifice to keep it from dying in the hands of my evil sister.  I took some before and after pictures.  And if you aren't depressed at all afterward, smack yourself. For real.

 

Yeah... depressing. ugh. I feel like somebody died... oh wait. That was my room and I and our relationship.... Oh, and those stains on the carpet?? I've been putting those there since I was 5!  What can I say? I'm good at leaving a mark ;-)  The walls were once filled with awesomeness.  Now the barrenness of the room is overwhelmingly melancholy.... Ew.  Well, one things for sure. When I move into my room at Warner, if I don't end up scaring the roomie away, I will make a new room my friend :D  How exciting is that!!!!?????

Big Changes starting to hit me in the face...

       So I am sitting beside my bed on a little step stool browsing Facebook and just taking a break from the chaos of my room, of packing, and of the constant worry that I might be missing something or that I am packing too much.  Anyway, I have been sitting here and I just started to think (which for me isn't all that good of an idea).  I am starting to really see that this college thing is bigger than I thought.  I mean, I was thinking about my room.  It's been my room for about 13 years and I am just going to up and leave it.  It's been my sanctuary to get away from family, from noise, from life if I had to, and now I am abandoning it.  Haha. Listen to me talking about my room as if it had a personality.  You know, I kinda think it does.  It has my personality, but it has it's own.  The mess that it portrays , which hasn't necessarily been from myself, takes on it's own sort of way of life. lol. I sound crazy.  That's what the thought of loss does to a person.

      Then I started thinking about all the vacations that my family has been on and I go back to the moments when we come home after being away for several days, and I can still remember the relief of coming back to MY room.  My own spot of familiarity.  I can feel the comfort start to flow through me as I look around at the familiar furniture, colors, objects, and feel everything again.

Then, a thought came to me.  This time, this "vacation" isn't a vacation at all.  And when I come back to my sanctuary, my familiar place, it won't be mine anymore. It will have changed from the months of my being gone.  It will become someone else's space, no longer mine.  The furniture might stay the same, but the things that fill it are no longer what I  filled them with.  It is just depressing to think about coming back and not really having a little place of my own, no matter how small it is.  My mom always says that no matter how old I am I will always have a place at home, but it will just be a roof over my head after leaving for college.  All my things will have been changed... Ugh.  Well, that's enough depression for now...

Packin' for College

     Well, it is day one for packing, unless you count the little box of books I packed last night.  Now, when I get motivated, I can get things done.  I was motivated today, despite my horribly painful sunburn.  I started some laundry last night and have been finishing it all morning. And as the clothes have been coming out of the dryer I have been stacking and organizing them on my bed.  Dude, I have a boat load of clothes. It is kinda ridiculous. lol. My room looks pretty disastrous still, but it will slowly look more and more depressingly empty :( Any way, here is my organized mess before and after:

Before

After!!!!

 Now, I could only fit my underwear, socks, bras, and shirts into this case, and the case is surprisingly big. I have to put my jeans, shorts, and skirts in a separate box.

I have also packed a boot size shoe box with my dishes and other kitchen stuff (isn't much), and I have another box with my towels, and other bathroom toiletries. I also moved most of my cosmetic stuff into my big makeup box.  Then lastly on this packing spree, I have a clear tub that has all my lotions, body sprays, deodorant, etc.

Well, so far so good, but I have a crap load more to do... joy.....

Packing... also not for the impatient.

I have a ridiculous amount of things to pack for college.  RIDICULOUS. THIS is NOT an EXAGGERATION of ANY kind. Haha. Ok I'm done. But can you see where I'm coming from?

 Ok... admittedly, some of that is not going to college. Like that have eaten moldy sandwich in the back corner.... HEYYY!!! Why did you look?? Did you seriously think I would have something like that in there? Thank you so much:P

Anyway, I have a lot to do.  I have lists coming out of my ears, but they are all slowly starting to get checked off. Did I say slowly? Good.  But, I'll be the first to admit, I LOVE making lists. I'll make a list about making more lists.  Just about anything.  Things to do, to clean, to finish, to remember, to aspire, etc, etc.  I still have 2 weeks before I leave, so I have a while to start packing.  I can't exactly start now because I use pretty much everything that is going with me.... Oh well... Guess I'll just have to freaking wait some more... :(

~*~Kelli~*~