In only a short 7 days, Jakob and I will be leaving this place, and off to a new one. As per usual, I spent my day attempting to distract myself from missing him with the company of the lovely female Gehrke's. We worked on our ever darkening tans, raced around the world by way of the Amazing Race, and drank icy drinks. Living in this strange state of flux is not only a tool of distraction, but a tool of procrastination. As previously stated, we leave in 7 days. LEAVE. Drive out of town never to return. So you would think we would be all geared up and ready to go, with our apartment nearly packed, cleaned, and ready for new inmates. But no, no my cupboards, closets, and walls are far from vacant. In fact they are concerningly near untouched. Although absolutely thrilled to be moving on, that anticipation is somehow overshadowed by the dread of dragging it all out of hiding, questioning why we need so many things, and putting it all back into boxes, where it's already been so many times. However, this evening, eyes set on the horizon, I began to pack.
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| Governor wanted to help. Because lord knows I need help shredding paper and throwing up on shoes. |
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