Peppers Magik (prfssr_chaos) wrote,
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My last night in the apartment

Tomorrow will officially conclude the great four years of my life (thus far.) Tonight, we moved all of my wooden furniture back to the house. I just finished vacuuming the living room, and am about to start packing the shitload of clothes left in my room. To be honest, I'm very scared of whatever the future holds in store for me. I put the job search on hold about two weeks ago, figuring I might as well wait until I get back home. So that will start up again in the next couple of days. Now, my dad has been mentioning that we should sell our house within the next 30 days, since Greenspan was on the news saying there might be a crash in the home-buying market. Anyway, that's fine and dandy, I can't wait to get out of the area we live in now. However, recently my mom has been mentioning the possibility of her job moving to Arizona (or the even worse possibility of getting laid off.) I hope to God that neither of those two things happen. First of all, my mom has (kinda) been working for the same company for over 30 years. She's been through so many mergers and takeovers, and I'm so grateful that's she's kept her job this long. My mom has seriously been the financial backbone of my family. I don't even want to think of where I (or my father) would be if not for her.

Now, my mom told me that if for some reason she and my dad moved to Arizona, she knows that I want to stay in L.A., which she believes is what would happen. Gosh, I've been so spoiled these past four years, having my parents just a few miles away from school. Ugh, thinking about what could happen just freaks the heck out of me. Anyway, that stuff aside, just as my dad wants to sell the house, I also plan on landing a job in this next month. Also, it's time that I finally learn to do what I'm too embarassed to admit I still can't (and for those of you who know what I'm talking about.... well, I have nothing to say that you already don't know.) Oh, and I plan on starting the "diet" next Monday. Man, do I need it.

So, back to moving out of this apartment. The past two years have been great. While I still maintain the belief that this place may not be worth the price of rent, I'm glad I had the opportunity to have a decent little place so close to campus. A lot of great things happened here; some of those involving alcohol, some involving friends, and a select few that have involved academic activities (keyword: FEW.) I'm a sap when it comes to nostalgia, and I sure will miss the college years. I mean, man, I knew it had to end some time, but I just wanted to cling on as long as possible. Probably just like when I cried in the car on the way to my first day of Kindergarten... but without the crying... and the bowl haircut. Anyway, I've got to start packing my clothes (which are currently scattered across the floor in my room.) In the morning, I'm sure I'll wish my last LJ entry from the apartment was a little more meaningful. But then again, I suppose the same could be said for my last year of college. So, I'll leave it at this: at the risk of being cliche, I'm glad I spent these past four years with some very special friends. Thanks for the times you guys put up with the smelly hallway to come up and visit me at this apt. And for the times when you invited me to hang out, thanks for getting me away from the smelly hallway.


And now, the next chapter of life begins....
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