Happy Easter everyone, and Happy Spring!
It's good to be back; back to blogging, back to home, and back to some form of normalcy after the stress of finals and moving out.
I do apologize for letting blogging slide. Life caught up with me and cocaine stopped be good enough. But all's done and finished and I could not be happier. I'm not worried about any of my marks but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anxious to get them back.
I feel like this:
So happy that there is no snow, and so happy that I have leisure time.
Summer hasn't been off to a great start though, I must say. The night before I moved out, I had the worst headache that I had had in months. I couldn't even move. When I arrived home Friday, I hadn't been in the house fifteen minutes and I threw up. I've been sick with a cold or flu ever since. I'm on the mend now, thanks to Nyquil.
It has yet to sink in that I'm home for four months. It feels like I should be going back to residence in a week or so. My god am I ever glad that I'm not.
Don't get me wrong, being in res was a great decision and I don't regret it at all. I met some of the best friends I'll ever have in res, and most of the people I met in my first two years of university I met through res, or through people I met in res. It gave me a sense of community and involvement, and it can't be disputed that it was convenient to live on campus.
But I've had my fun and now it's time to move on to greener pastures. I'm not going to jump right from res to living on my own. I'm going to live in a house with a handful of people I've met but I don't know very well. The university owns the house so I won't have to worry about monthly rent.
I think I'm most excited about the lack of quiet hours, especially during finals week when we have 21 quiet hours. I understand that the RAs were doing their job when they told us to be quiet, but I can't say I'm fond of living in a place where I can get in trouble for speaking at a respectful "indoor voice" volume during daylight hours.
Living with fewer people will be great too. It'll be trickier to evade blame; if a mess was left in res it was harder to pinpoint who did it because there were so many of us, and that was frustrating. Plus girls are catty, so escaping the all-girls residence will likely be a blessing.
It won't stink as bad either! Less people=less mess=less stink.
And I'll have a room all to myself, and I won't have to keep ALL of my belongings in my bedroom. I don't know how I did it, keeping everything to half of an already small bedroom. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I need to get rid of things, and with reckless abandon.
Good-bye forever, residence. You won't be missed.