Bye Bye Boston

Well guys, I'm officially not a resident of Boston anymore. For now. I moved home today. 17 hours in a vehicle and bang, I'm back in Wisconsin, laying in my twin bunk bed. I do love this bed. I've had it since I was a very small person. I looked back at my posts about moving out to Boston and realized I have the same philosophy as I did when I moved before: Less is More. Obviously I didn't learn that. And obviously I have way too much junk. It's currently all sitting in the garage. I will have to go through it all tomorrow... aka today... I'm definitely dreading that task.

Sad/frustrating news: a bag of mine got crushed in the packing of the van. A bag that should not be crushed. It now has permanent wrinkles and will never be the same. I'm so sad.

I miss the people who touched my life in Boston already. Sigh.

Uganda... 1 week... Lift off will occur Thursday, July 8th. I have so much to do before I leave!!! I feel like I should make an Africa blog. So many people do it. I might as well follow the trend. I'm thinking: travel blog for anyone interested and keeping this one for random brain ramblings.

Okay, my brain is failing right now so I'm signing off.

Moving again...

As I put my life in boxes again, I would just like to state that I hate packing. I think it's one of the hardest things to do. Along with one of the boringest and most difficult. I have so much stuff!!! I'm moving again after less than a year here on the East Coast. 1st stop: Home in Wisconsin. 2nd stop: AFRICA.

If you live in the Midwest, I'll be around from Wednesday to July 8th. I'd love to see you

A new place not yet called Home

So here I am. On the East Coast. Over 1000 miles from Wisconsin. I am sitting on my new bed (aka another futon) in a pretty empty apartment with all my boxes of stuff lined against the living room wall. There is no other furniture except a table that will serve as my desk and a desk chair. My roommate has not yet arrived; she's supposed to get here sometime tonight. I have been sleeping in the living room since my family left Sunday. Our apartment building allows pets, and I've seen quite a few dogs being walked in and out of the building. They bark sometimes. It hasn't been a huge issue yet... but will it? Who knows?

It's been pretty lonely here, since I don't know anyone. I know that will all change once classes start and if I find a job, but right now life is pretty boring. I take walks around the city during the day and sit at home, watching movies on my computer at night. I watched one complete season of One Tree Hill and discovered problems with a DVD of another season. Other than that, I have nothing unique to say. I am a very silly, extremely stupid girl who has moved to this big city, supposedly to pursue her career. We will see how this goes. We will see.

Moving is oh so NOT fun

I have been in Boston for about 2 days now. My roommate doesn't arrive until next week Wednesday. Thus far everything is still in boxes. The rooms are very different sizes- one is twice as big as the other. My roommate and I had not discussed this possibility, so now I wait for her to arrive before completely unpacking. It'll consist of me sitting on the floor for a while, but that's okay. The apartment itself is pretty good (other than the bedroom issues). I think I'll be able to thoroughly enjoy it after I'm all moved in. Being with my family 24/7 is a little taxing too... Haven't spoken to many of my friends back home and listening to small children playing/complaining/snoring is not very high on my list of things I find socially fun.

Well, I'm sitting in a cafe using the internet because we don't have internet set up in the apartment yet, but when I do, I'll try to post at least one picture of the apartment. And now I should head home. My relatives are driving up from Jersey to meet us and to introduce us to the other side of their family who live in Boston.

Until next time...

See you later

I am right about to leave on my 1.5 day drive out to the East Coast. Saying good-bye is really hard to do. But I know that this place in Wisconsin will always be considered home. It's like a home base... my roots. So the next time I blog, I will be blogging from New England!!!

Good-Bye Wisconsin!

A Mantra for Moving

I have realized that I have accumulated so much stuff the past four years... it's insane. I don't know how I will get everything I want out to the East Coast. All the stuff sitting in my parents' garage right now has led me to think about big of a consumer society we live in. No matter how I try, I always seem to end up with more possessions. Now that I am starting my nomadic lifestyle, consisting of not knowing how long I will stay in one location (although it may be dictated by my apartment leases, but even then...), I really want to minimize all my "stuff." But at the same time, there are things I'm unwilling to just give up easily. For example: the picture I bought at Art Fair On The Square this year, the picture I took of the Nile Rive at sunrise last summer that is nicely framed, 2 ceramic bowls that I love. So do you let go of possessions you love and do these possessions REALLY matter? The answer, of course, is yes, you can let go of those possessions and they really don't matter in the end. It's just hard. But my new goal IS to rid myself of my habits of hoarding everything, keeping everything, and wanting everything. Less is better. I really need to start living by that statement if I want to prevent myself from going broke due to shipping all my stuff everywhere.

So... new mantra: LESS IS BETTER.

A Chapter In My Life Is Coming To An End

Sometimes I can’t help but marvel. After 4 years of college, I am still working a job that could be done by a robot. I am essentially an office worker bee. Can I just say it’s frustrating and boring me to tears? I’m pretty sure I have more brain cells, brain power, and overall intelligence to do something more than type information into a database, sort and send out mail, and do mundane tasks that my boss doesn’t feel like doing on her own. I have to keep telling myself: 3 more weeks until it’s over. BUT it is some good experience- letters of rec, you know? And it’s true; I have 3 more weeks until I move out of my apartment. I’m going to move to my parents’ home for a little less than a week and then I’m leaving the Midwest!! The knowledge that I’m moving away from the only state I’ve ever considered home has been slowly sinking in, but I don’t think it has fully hit me yet. Maybe once I’m actually moved into my new apartment (which I’m paying a horrifying amount of money for), it’ll hit me. And knowing myself, it’ll probably hit me on the head with the same feeling as if a sledgehammer landed on me. Then I’ll probably finally figure it out that I’m officially moving on to a new chapter of my life, one I will title: Grad School.

In life, most of us have the standard chapters: Elementary School, Middle School, High School, and College. After college though, everyone’s chapters start to differ. Actually people’s chapters usually start to change after high school, but for generalization purposes, I’ll say college (of any sort). After graduating college, some people go on to join the workforce, others take a year off from school before returning again (working, running around the world, or just relaxing for a while), while still others jump right into more school. I would fit into the last category. I can’t say I’m completely happy with this decision, but it is a means to an end. I would love to take some time off, travel and learn different things that aren’t always taught within the confined 4 walls of a classroom. But I’m still not stepping outside the boundaries set by… oh let’s say, my parents… quite yet. They seem to have this idea that right after college, I should go to grad school in order to keep the momentum going. After a long of thinking about it, I decided not to fight them. It wasn’t worth it. (If there’s one thing I’ve learned about my family and how to deal with them, I know when it’s smarter and easier to just not start the fight.) Plus, I knew what I wanted to go to grad school for and they would be willing to help me out a little financially. Thus I will be attending grad school in the fall. The one decision I made for myself was to leave the comfort zone of the familiar Midwest. I decided to spread my wings a little and try living somewhere completely new for a while. Maybe I’ll love it, maybe I’ll hate it, but at least I’ll be able to look back and say I tried it.

We’ll have to see what I have to say after a month of classes- maybe I will be freaking out and will look back on this post and say, “Psh, biggest mistake ever.” Or I could possible say, “I love it here! Best decision ever.” Guess I’ll have to wait and see.