Be Prepared
17 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
Earlier today I started writing this post, and it was a very dramatic first paragraph where I (very depressingly so) explained that I only had eight more days until I left for college. I have been very touchy about the subject of moving away, and had to stop writing the post earlier because I didn’t want my mom to come home and find me crying overtop my computer. I figured bawling my eyes out would totally blow my “I’m excited to leave and not at all sad” cover, then it would spark the if-I’m-crying-then-she’s-crying thing, and I don’t do well with emotion.
In a week I will be moving six hours away, and won’t see my parents for two months straight. I’ll be living with someone I’ve only ever spoken to on Facebook and through text message, and I will be changing my title from “weirdly responsible teenager” to “college adult”. And although it jerks my tear ducts whenever I think about not being home (I’m welling up as I write this), I can’t exactly explain my feelings about leaving. I’m not scared, and I’m only a tiny bit nervous, I’m not exactly feeling sad to be leaving, and I know I’ll feel panicky on like Monday (not now), so I really have no idea how to describe how I’m feeling now. I’m rethinking my choice of colleges (because of the distance, that’s my main concern) and that scares me, but besides that I’m just not ready to leave. I don’t want to leave the comfort, I think. I’m going to miss my mommy.
And I think that’s why I haven’t been able to pack. I’ve been packing for two days, and I can’t bring myself to make any real progress. The only thing I’ve successfully packed is my yarn, not surprisingly.
I’ve got the yarn for my grandma’s socks (that I frogged), another pair of socks, yarn for Harry Potter, and some yarn to make hats if I feel the muse. I think I may toss a few more skeins in there as well, mostly things in IU crimson and cream, in case the school spirit muse hits me. Plus I think I may go buy more sock yarn, just in case. You never know. Don’t judge me.
I also went through my knitting needles, and actually organized them. It took me forever, and tons of throwing out old projects that have been shoved into random spots around my room. I managed to fit them all neatly into my needle case.
I have straight needles in every size I own in this case.
And I even organized my DPNs. I found them all, in every place they’ve been stashed and shoved. I put them into one big pile, and then started matching them by size. For each size that had four needles each, I packed those. I have quite a little stash of DPNs now. I can’t wait to cast on socks on tiny metal DPNs!
The colorful storage box is sitting, ready to go on my dining room table, which my mother has designated as the Spot To Put All Things To Be Packed. Everything else is thrown all across my room, which is going to be an issues, seeing as how I am basically hosting a “We’re leaving!” party tomorrow night after my friends and I go see a Mud Hens game, and it may be hard for us to hang out when there are piles of linens, clothes, DVD’s, and garbage bags everywhere.
Though, I guess the bags of garbage could double as bean bag chairs. I may not have to clean much after all.
