Favourites Friday No.97

I can tell you all I am doing this weekend: Unpacking, drinking Vitamin C, and sleeping. That’s right, as I come to the end of my move, I am sick.

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Favourites Friday No.96

The weekend is almost here! Which means in less than 48 hours I will be moved into my new apartment and using a stove that was made more recently than 1970!

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Talk About It Tuesdays 3: Packing

Everyday Enthusiasm Day 16: Talk About It Tuesday

Talk About It Tuesdays

G’day Enthusiasts! How are we feeling today? Are we feeling as lazy as I am? I swear that all of my motivation has drained out of me as I realize how much has to be done to move into my apartment next week. It’s insane to think that I’ll be back in Eugene next week, and starting school the next. Where did the summer go?!

And since we’re on the topic of moving, I guess this is as good a segue as I am going to get towards discussing packing. Whether it be packing my suitcase for a weekend trip or packing up boxes and boxes to move to another place, packing is something we’ve all had to do multiple times. And despite the fact that I’ve made tens – if not hundreds – of packing lists for various reasons, I still don’t enjoy packing.Read More

It’s Like an Anniversary With My House

Today is a milestone in my life. I have officially lived in the same place for 4 years.

My entire life it has been 3 years and so many months and then we leave. And now I’ve lived in the same town and had the same friends (give or take a few people) for 4 years. And it’s brought something out in me.

I used to compare my life to that of an army brat. You know, the kid that gets their life uprooted every year or so. But I realize that in ways my situation was worse. Instead of just moving and not really making relationships, I made those relationships, made connections, and then had to be painfully pulled away. And in my opinion, that just sounds worse.

I love my life now. I used to always resent moving and having to change schools, friends, and towns. But it has morphed me into the person that I am now. And to that I am thankful to my parents. If my father hadn’t thought that changing jobs and moving to different towns would be good for me and my brother, who would I be? I definitely wouldn’t be the independent, thoughtful young woman I am today. So, to my parents who I hope read this, thank you for just being the sort of parents who did everything with me in mind. I love you two.

I’m getting a bit teary now, so I guess I should probably bid my adieu. It’s been a lovely 8 months with all you readers. And I hope we can continue this…thing we have.