I never really thought this time would come where I've packed all my bags, the last thing I need is a jet plane and I could have my own theme song playing nostalgically in the background. But alas I am jet-planeless, so the daunting distance of cedar city is starting to become slightly intimidating. I move out in two days, It seems so very surreal as if some other person is moving out and going away, but not me. The weirdest part is knowing the rest of my life is out there just waiting for me, so much change in so little time.
This year I graduated highschool with very high expectations of the summer, these where slowly worn down to average expectations, because lets face it, the occupational hazards of a sandwhich artist just cant quite compare to those of a bungee jumper, and the hazards involved with nannying are more along the lines lethal mac n' cheese. But with that aside it's been a good summer, no, its been great. Because lets face it, if I weren't busy and working all the time I would have no idea what to do with myself, and while I did work a lot the exciting adventures me and my besties squeezed in there would not have been as fully appreciated as they were.
As I have been packing I have come to discover a couple of things,
Number 1: Sentimentality is slightly over rated, as I was tromping through the rivers of clothes and piles of things in my room I came upon a discovery of boxes of what I thought contained sentimental value. It was a lie, because the treasures of a 12 year old, while still valid are slightly sill and delusional. I found a Hannah Montana watch, a bunch of notes from 8th grade science that were less notes than they were scribblings of juvenile delinquent boys who at the time earned the rank to be given a code name. These ranged anywhere from fudge, to steak-sauce, [ don't ask me, it was a long time ago]. How ever despite all the ridiculous trinkets it allowed me to look at the girl I used to be. Slightly amused might I add. But I couldn't throw most of that silly stuff away, to me it seemed like I was betraying her, that little girl with WAY too much eye shadow and braces.
And as I delved deeper into my room I discovered something a little bit sad. the sadness that comes out of the hundred acre woods when Christopher Robin says he can't do 'nothing' anymore. Here the nostalgia becomes overwhelming, and I realize as I look into the eyes of my worn down stuffed animals that nothing is going to be the same.
With that said, I look this crazy rollercoaster in the eyes, and think of all the possibilities , the memories and rltb's and my whole crazy journey that waits ahead. Ogden- its been grand, but i guess its time to say goodbye.
This year I graduated highschool with very high expectations of the summer, these where slowly worn down to average expectations, because lets face it, the occupational hazards of a sandwhich artist just cant quite compare to those of a bungee jumper, and the hazards involved with nannying are more along the lines lethal mac n' cheese. But with that aside it's been a good summer, no, its been great. Because lets face it, if I weren't busy and working all the time I would have no idea what to do with myself, and while I did work a lot the exciting adventures me and my besties squeezed in there would not have been as fully appreciated as they were.
As I have been packing I have come to discover a couple of things,
Number 1: Sentimentality is slightly over rated, as I was tromping through the rivers of clothes and piles of things in my room I came upon a discovery of boxes of what I thought contained sentimental value. It was a lie, because the treasures of a 12 year old, while still valid are slightly sill and delusional. I found a Hannah Montana watch, a bunch of notes from 8th grade science that were less notes than they were scribblings of juvenile delinquent boys who at the time earned the rank to be given a code name. These ranged anywhere from fudge, to steak-sauce, [ don't ask me, it was a long time ago]. How ever despite all the ridiculous trinkets it allowed me to look at the girl I used to be. Slightly amused might I add. But I couldn't throw most of that silly stuff away, to me it seemed like I was betraying her, that little girl with WAY too much eye shadow and braces.
And as I delved deeper into my room I discovered something a little bit sad. the sadness that comes out of the hundred acre woods when Christopher Robin says he can't do 'nothing' anymore. Here the nostalgia becomes overwhelming, and I realize as I look into the eyes of my worn down stuffed animals that nothing is going to be the same.
With that said, I look this crazy rollercoaster in the eyes, and think of all the possibilities , the memories and rltb's and my whole crazy journey that waits ahead. Ogden- its been grand, but i guess its time to say goodbye.
