I seriously hope writing that title gets the damn "Jefferson's" theme song out of my head, because every time I think about the fact that I am moving this Saturday, I instantly start singing the song, and I'm starting to annoy myself.
Yes, folks, that's right, I'm moving this saturday. In FIVE days. I'm really trying not to have a panic attack. I went up to my apartment last Wednesday to get my keys and clean the place. You know, I kind of planned on being there for a couple hours, assuming my cleaning would just be really light, touch up stuff for my OCD self, because I figured my landlord did a thorough cleaning for me. Um, no. It was disgusting and full of the previous tenants hair. That's just all kinds of gross. My mom and I spent 6 hours up there scrubbing every surface of the place, but at least now I know that it's spotless and that it was cleaned well.
Speaking of my landlord, this woman loves to talk. She's very nice and we have a good rapport, but she kind of freaked me out on Wednesday. She was telling me not to become chummy with the guy that lives below me because, and I quote, "Well, he's not a pedophile, but he's just creepy." Awesome. Guess it's a good thing I bought a wireless security system. Here's to hoping he provides some decent blog material.
Aside from my clothes and toiletries, everything is packed and ready to go. I'm sure I'm taking entirely too much stuff considering I will only be there for a little over a year. I do need to repaint some dining chairs I just bought off craigslist, but other than that, there isn't much left to do besides load up the truck and get it up there.
I have orientation all day on July 1 & the first day of class starts in two weeks, July 5th. Needless to say, with all of these big changes, I'm feeling a mixed variety of emotions. On one hand, I'm really excited to finally be moving on with my life and getting the ball rolling for my future. In many ways, I cannot wait wait for this change. Things have been kind of rough lately in many ways (which I would love to write about, but don't want some people to read it) and I think having a fresh start is exactly what I need. It's been a really long two years and I can't believe that in 13 months, I will be finished with this chapter of my life and will be a real grown up with a real, adult job. But on the other hand, I'm incredibly nervous. After two years being back at home, I've gotten really used to being with my family more often than not and definitely used to a relatively stress free life. It's going to be a major adjustment living in a new town where I don't know anyone, living by myself, going to a new school where I don't know anyone, and starting an incredibly intense program. I've been feeling pretty anxious the past couple weeks and I'm hoping it doesn't get a whole lot worse. I generally have a hard time with change, but tend to be fine after about 24 hours, so fingers crossed that's the case here.
I know the time is right. I know it's time for me to grow up, gain my independence, and be like most every other 24 year old I know. I've worked really hard to get where I am and my dreams of being an RN are finally within reach. As long as I don't get up there and feel like I'm making the biggest mistake of my life and have wasted the past two years, I'm really hopeful that this 13 month journey will be one of the best, most exciting, trying, and impressionable times of my life.
I hope to post again this week, but if not, I will put up all kinds of pictures of my new place by next Monday. I haven't been good about checking in on all my blog friends, but know that you're never far from my thoughts. I hope you all are having a great summer, I can't believe it's almost July!