Today I continued the moving process. I’ve finished going through all my boxes of what I want to give away/throw away/sell/pack. There was more I wanted to pack than I thought there would be. Mostly books and CDs and things like that. Most of that won’t come with me to Chicago. My mom told me today that I’ll probably fly up there with one or both of them, they’d rent a car and I’ll move in.
It’s all so real. I’m not totally packed. I have kitchenware to pack. Shoes and clothes (oh my gosh the clothes, I have a mountain of clothes. I probably should get rid of most of it. Pick a few pairs of jeans, a few shirts, some jackets and some dresses to live with and just get rid of everything else. I have an unnecessary amount of clothes and so much of it I don’t wear. Everything I don’t want it being washed and donate though. Trust me, a clothes donation box is about to get a lot of clothes. But that’s enough about my clothes.
I found a lot of things from early in college. I unpacked a box I packed back in May of 2012. Geez. That was crazy. So many things I’d forgotten about. A lot of memories. I found the number of a guy I almost dated. I found five bouncy balls (I really like bouncy balls). I found jewelry I forgot I had. I found so many things. It’s really weird that I’m going to be leaving this place in a few months. I’ve spent four years here and now it’s almost over. A new chapter is going to begin.
I wasn’t even an adult when I moved here. I was 17. I’m still not sure I’m an adult. I mean, I pay my own bills. I have a job. I rent my own place. But I’m 21 and I don’t think I’m an adult. But I’m definitely not a kid.
I saw a post on Tumblr a long time ago that said “Isn’t it funny how day to day everything stays the same, but when you look back a few years everything’s changed?” It’s very true, maybe that’s why I still feel kind of like a kid. But that ‘day to day’ thing isn’t going to be true for me in a few months.
I’m not a kid anymore. I’m really not, but I’m not an adult. I don’t know what that makes me. Maybe just yesterday’s kid. A kid from yesterday. I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter in the end. It all just matters what we do with the time we’ve got, not what stage of it we’re in.
Until tomorrow,
Meagan
It’s all so real. I’m not totally packed. I have kitchenware to pack. Shoes and clothes (oh my gosh the clothes, I have a mountain of clothes. I probably should get rid of most of it. Pick a few pairs of jeans, a few shirts, some jackets and some dresses to live with and just get rid of everything else. I have an unnecessary amount of clothes and so much of it I don’t wear. Everything I don’t want it being washed and donate though. Trust me, a clothes donation box is about to get a lot of clothes. But that’s enough about my clothes.
I found a lot of things from early in college. I unpacked a box I packed back in May of 2012. Geez. That was crazy. So many things I’d forgotten about. A lot of memories. I found the number of a guy I almost dated. I found five bouncy balls (I really like bouncy balls). I found jewelry I forgot I had. I found so many things. It’s really weird that I’m going to be leaving this place in a few months. I’ve spent four years here and now it’s almost over. A new chapter is going to begin.
I wasn’t even an adult when I moved here. I was 17. I’m still not sure I’m an adult. I mean, I pay my own bills. I have a job. I rent my own place. But I’m 21 and I don’t think I’m an adult. But I’m definitely not a kid.
I saw a post on Tumblr a long time ago that said “Isn’t it funny how day to day everything stays the same, but when you look back a few years everything’s changed?” It’s very true, maybe that’s why I still feel kind of like a kid. But that ‘day to day’ thing isn’t going to be true for me in a few months.
I’m not a kid anymore. I’m really not, but I’m not an adult. I don’t know what that makes me. Maybe just yesterday’s kid. A kid from yesterday. I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter in the end. It all just matters what we do with the time we’ve got, not what stage of it we’re in.
Until tomorrow,
Meagan
Media of the day: Song- The Kids From Yesterday by My Chemical Romance
“You only live forever in the lights you make. When we were young we used to say that you only hear the music when your heart begins to break. We are the kids from yesterday.”
