I'm packing my things to go back to Virginia tomorrow. I do not feel prepared whatsoever. I'm forfeiting my last few hours of packing/organizing to go spend time with a friend and play Rock Band. Better choice of the two? Probably not, but at the same time, I think "there are only so many times left to kick it with friends" that friends will outlast responsibility any day. That's definitely not the way it should be, but it is the way it is.
I don't want to return to Virginia tomorrow only for the sole fact that I need another solid day to get everything in order already. I don't have the time nor the energy to pull a late night tonight, because I have to do an early morning tomorrow (and I've done way too many 7-hour drives on no sleep).
I'm already exhausted now. It's only 8:30 p.m. This is truly a sad life of a 21-year-old. Maybe I think that this time of packing is so hard because I know this is the last time I'm going to see my room in this way. Literally I need to be packing everything else up in boxes, and I'm not prepared to do that. I like my little knick-knacks. I don't want to get rid of all of my doo-dads and whatnot.
Such is life, I suppose. Most likely I will write another blog post tomorrow night from my apartment in Virginia. It's true that my apartment there feels more like home to me, but after being in this home for three weeks, it's hard not to get re-attached.
On a really, really random note, it was really nice for Jason Mraz to write a song about me. I discovered "A Beautiful Mess" and if you read the lyrics of the verses, I swear, that's me. It's a great song - I recommend listening to it sometime soon.
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