Prepped and ready

Why hello blog, I had almost forgotten about you! Between packing, finishing up projects at church, traveling, and attending at least two social events per day in an effort to spend as much time with my friends as possible before I leave, I have been EXHAUSTED and so busy that I barely have time to watch the shows that I DVR.

The hour is almost upon me - at this exact moment in 7 days, I hope to be at least in Richmond VA, if not closer to D.C., on my way up to NEW YORK! Exciting, terrifying, etc. I'm only partially emotionally ready - little things remind me every day of how much I can't wait to get out of here (people who are bad pedestrians really irk me, as it turns out), but BIG things -- all my amazing friends -- remind me every day of how much I'm going to miss it here. They're even throwing me back-to-back farewell parties this weekend, when they could be going to graduations or sleeping in or whatever it is that people do when school is over for the summer.

I'm going to be SO glad I did this, but not having a job locked down is really starting to freak me out. To make matters worse, when I went home to see my family a few days ago, my brother sideswiped my car. You know, the car I was planning to sell in order to make rent for a couple months while I scrambled for employment. Luckily the damage wasn't TOO extensive, and I was able to get it fixed, reminding myself in the 2.5-day process that being a pedestrian in this town REALLY sucks.

At any rate, I'll be taking the plunge soon whether I'm really ready or not. I like to compare it to having kids (which I do NOT, but whatever) ... you're never REALLY ready to have kids, but you just have to BE ready when the time comes, and you'll figure it out. And then you'll be sleep-deprived for a long time.

Also, I will be seeing THE ex tonight. His little brother (one of my favorite people on earth) is graduating this weekend, and I need to be psychically ready for this. Best case scenario is that he comes up to me and tells me he has finally realized how much pain he put me through, and apologizes profusely and tells me he made a huge mistake in treating me the way he did. Realistically, I'll say about 5 words to him when he says hello to me awkwardly around his family. This is probably the VERY last time that I will ever see him, which is comforting and scary at the same time. BLERG.