Last night perclexed and her sister came over a took most of my houseplants away. It was really sad. My babies!! But I definitely feel good about the home I sent them too. She recently gave up all her plants when she moved out here, so it feels sort of full circle-ish.
Then I spent a whole bunch of time rearranging boxes between the car and the house–bringing empty boxes in and taking full boxes out. I took stuff to my mom’s and will take a bunch more over Friday. You know what feels weird? Putting stuff BACK into your room at your parent’s house. As I was driving home I was thinking how I’m going to be staying there for a few days before I leave and how strange it will be to sleep there surrounded only by the things I’m leaving behind. It made me feel all melancholy.
I leave in almost exactly a month. GAH! Will I ever get everything done? I’m so fucking excited, y’all. (I need icons for this account, happy ones, rage-y ones. I don’t know.)