(On one hand)
I AM ABOUT TO QUIT MY JOB… THIS THURSDAY!!!
I GO ON VACATION NEXT WEEK!!!
I WILL BE UNEMPLOYED FOR ALMOST AN ENTIRE MONTH!!!!
I’M MOVING TO AUSTIN IN 45 DAYS!!!!
I am SO ridiculously excited! I have prepped for three different graduate programs and never gotten as far as actually going. I’m getting rid of most of my possessions and moving and going to live in a new place and that is so incredibly cool. I’m thrilled to quit my job, not work, vacation, travel around, and pack for the next month.
On the other hand… This is me whenever I think about actually leaving.
And saying goodbye to the people I love (even though it’s temporary).
It’s ridiculously bittersweet. I keep feeling like I’m dreaming, you know? Like, there is no way the plans I have for next month are actually about to happen to me, rather, they must be happening to someone else. Or maybe I died? Like, awhile ago? And I’m just a ghost and I don’t know it? It’s a weird sensation to describe.
Thursday, I quit my job.
Friday, I move back into my parent’s house
Sunday, I go on vacation.
Tuesday after, I go meet my boyfriend’s family.
August 20, I land in Austin.
Basically all I have been doing the past two weeks have been cleaning and re-arranging my new studio, studying for the GRE, and rocking back and forth while sobbing. Except ignore that last point. That point definitely is a lie. Who even said that?!
General disclaimer: this is the stupidest and also most image-heavy post.
I MEAN, UH, I know y’all are just dying to see photos of my new apartment, so here you go, I will take you on a tour.
Let’s start in the most important room:
Wow. Isn’t it just amazing? There are my scarves on the outside line of the door and you can see my really trendy shower curtain. Yeah, it’s currently for sale at Target for like $20. But I got it at Goodwill for $3. Yeah. I am the coolest.
Also it’s a metro map of London so if you are ever lost in London just call me and I’ll get in the shower and help you figure out where you need to go. I know, I know, I’m so giving.
Check this out:
Yeah dudes! I have a lot of hair flowers. I don’t really know why, actually. I don’t wear them that often. But they are pretty cool. I feel fancy when I wear them. This is how I store them. It kind of reminds me of those flower garlands they put on horses after they win races, you know? Like, that horse doesn’t have any idea he won that race until they put that big flower garland around his neck… and then he knows he is king of the horses.
Oh, also, that’s right across from my toilet. I didn’t take a photo of it, I figure, you’ve seen at least one in your lifetime.
I did have to stand on my tiptoes to get a good photo of that garland though. I did that for you. Continue reading
I got a phone call.
I got the apartment!!!
I move on Sunday.
So my answer to the question of “What’s on Neigh’s mind?” really comes down to packing.
PACKING PACKING PACKING.
PACKING AND FLAILING MY ARMS AROUND.
I’m really excited and a little overwhelmed. I have to call the electric company and the cable company. I have to sign papers and look for cracks in walls and document them. I have to coordinate my parents helping me out and find more boxes. I have to check underneath my bed and try to figure out which kitchen utensils are mine and which belong to my roommates. And these are all things that are PRETTY NEW to me which is SHOCKING I KNOW but hey there’s a first time for everything.
Here are future pictures of me from this weekend:
And here is a picture of how awesome the parties at my new studio are going to be:
IN THE MEANTIME, I got work to do, y’all.
Of course the gifs aren’t mine. And Maru belongs to Maru.
Me all day yesterday:
No phone call yesterday.
I bought myself a beer and a burger to console myself and kept myself distracted with dinner with a good friend.
I’m WAITING until 10:30am to call them.
It is going to be VERY HARD for me to be chipper and sweet and polite on the phone.
But I’ll try.
This week I am waiting.
I can’t really make plans until I get a phone call today. I can’t commit to social outings, I can’t project my next week, I can’t for sure say if I have an extra $10 to spend on a sandwich today because after this afternoon I might not.
It’s making me a little crazy. I’m used to planning. I’m used to going out and having plans and saying “yes” to invitations.
I should study tonight, but I have a feeling that regardless of that phone call I’m waiting on… I won’t.
But maybe this weekend I’m moving into a studio apartment? Maybe I will? That will be fun and crazy and awesome! And also stressful and expensive.
And if not? I’ll be sad for awhile, but I’ll also give myself a day or so to relax and spend that $10 on a sandwich.
See also: AAAAHHHHHHHH I MIGHT BE MOVING THIS WEEKEND AAAAUGHGHGHGHHH