I’ve never really known where home was. We moved so much when I was growing up, I never had a home base or a home town. The sports teams I follow are from PIttsburgh. My best friends from my childhood are from Alabama. My high school diploma is from Ohio, and I spent the last four years living in Boston.

When I say I’m “going home” for the week, what I really mean is “I’m going to where my parents live.” Right now, that is Delaware. I lived here for a couple months after graduating last year, but I don’t have any friends here. I have no old hang-outs to visit, and I basically hang out with my parents and work-out at the JCC when I come here. It’s not home, except for the idea that home is where my parents live.

When I told people I was coming to Delaware this week, I said I was going home for the week, but being here and in Pittsburgh at a family reunion for the weekend, I realized, I’m not at home. I love my parents more than anything, and emotionally, yes, whenever I am in their house, I will feel some sense of home, but I had a surprising realization last night.

When I fly back to LA on Wednesday, I’ll be going home. I’ll be going to the place I feel like I truly belong at this point in my life. I’ll be going to the little home I’ve created with my best friends in our apartment. I’ll be going to the place where I can grab dinner and a movie with my sister at a moments notice. I’ll be going to the place I can drive around without thinking. I’ll be going to the place I feel comfortable and happy and settled. I’ll be going to the place I can’t imagine moving from any time soon, which is exactly the opposite of how I thought I would ever feel about Los Angeles.

The first time I lived there, I thought it was pretentious and loud and too spread out and too sunny. (Odd, I know.) Now, I’ve embraced and conquered (at times) the traffic. I’ve made amazing friends who always keep me busy when I want to be. I’ve found a job I’m (almost) really good at and that I feel fulfilled in. I’ve learned to love the constant sunny and 70 degree weather. I’ve found an apartment that feels cozy and comfortable and (almost) decorated, and I’ve found (for now) a guy who indulges me in seeing Toy Story 3, takes me to Dodgers games, enjoys hanging out and doing nothing but watching movies and eating pizza, and who doesn’t make me feel nervous or self-conscious or crazy about anything I do, say, or feel.

I’ve had a great weekend with my family, revisiting my favorite childhood theme park, Kennywood, hanging out at a waterpark with my cousins, and dancing to a super local Pittsburgh band at a hotel bar with all my aunts and uncles, but I am really excited to go home.

Well, here I am, all packed and ready to board my flight to Vegas in the morning. It’s weird. Last December, coming home to live for the semester instead of staying in Boston seemed like the worst thing in the world. I’d miss my friends. I’d miss “senior year.” I’d be bored. I’d feel useless. I wouldn’t accomplish anything. 

Four months later, I’ve gotta say, I was so wrong. This semester “off” has given me room to breathe. It’s given me time to get ready for a big change in my life. I’ve gotten done all of my Teach for America assignments, which from talking to other corps members, I’ve learned isn’t too common. I’ve been able to save up money to get myself some gifts of the electronic sort. (I’m looking at you D90 and Blackberry.) I got to spend time with not just my parents, but my grandparents and extended family in the area. I got to travel back to Boston and LA when I needed a break, but I got to just be for a while. 

Because tomorrow the madness begins. This weekend, of course, I’ll be in Vegas. Then I’m flying into San Diego to see my mom’s family and get my car, which shipped out this morning. Then after two weeks of relaxing slash getting done all the last minute stuff I need to get done in LA, it’s off to Induction, with a “break” in the middle for a workshop with school colleagues in San Diego, then it’s back to LA for 5 weeks of Insitute, then another 5 day workshop, moving into my apartment with Jillian and Josh, TFA Orientation, a week of inservice days, then TEACHING! It’s insane how much is about to happen. I think I need to take it one week at a time or else I’ll have a panic attack. 

And finally, I have to write some proper thank-yous to the two people who made these last four months possible. 

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Mom and Dad – (who I know will read this entry before anyone else – and warning, Mom, you probably shouldn’t listen to any Miley Cyrus songs while reading this.)

(Thanks for posing for more pictures than I can count!)

Even though I can get stressed and obnoxious, grumpy and annoying, I have so enjoyed these last four months with you guys. I don’t know anyone else who loves and loves to spend time with their parents as much as I do, and I know how lucky I am for that. Sometimes, I honestly feel too lucky to have you guys as my parents. 

Mom, I’ve loved our Monday movie dates, our lunches at Panera, our secret shopping sprees, and our walks with Sookie. Please keep the kitchen company when I’m gone and don’t order pizza every night. I’ll send you the recipe for my green beans if you promise to make them once a week. Thanks for freaking out about American Idol with me and watching every subsequent interview, and in exchange, I’ll forgive you for baby talking to the dog 24/7. I promise I’ll send you reminder emails every day about what you should watch each night on TV.

Dad, even though we can’t always agree on politics or what to watch, I think we can both agree that House is awesome and always an excellent choice in television viewing. Thanks for putting up with my clogging the DVR, letting me drive the Prius most of the time, and of course, for Australia AND the computer. I’ll never let you in on how I got both, but I do appreciate you falling into my trap. When the next Star Trck movie comes out, I hope we can go see it together, if only to have another reason to yell “KKAAHHHNN!” Please make sure Mom doesn’t use the dog as her stand-in too much, and I’ll attempt to watch Fox News once a month for you to balance out my views. And yes, I do love my room. 

I love you guys and will miss you more than anything. Being far away from you is the worst part about moving to LA. 

Love your best youngest daughter,

Amanda

Things are going well. Eerrily well. I mean, not at the moment. Today kind of sucked. I had to work while both of my bosses dealt with their boss, their bosses boss, and like 8 other people from “home office” visiting and ended up staying three hours later than I was supposed to because I was supposed to be at home packing up my car to get picked up and shipped across the country tomorrow….but I digress. This isn’t about the goodness or badness of today. This is about the general state of my life….which is good. 

Let me explain. About a month ago, I got an email from TFA saying I was going to have a phone interview for a charter school in LA. After going through an interview prep call, I found out what school I would be interviewing with and promptly read their entire website. It looked good. Too good. It’s a brand new school. It’s vision reads like a paper I wrote in my Politics of Education class about how I thought schools should run. The staff seems young, energetic, and super smart. I got nervous…and excited. But mostly nervous. I’d never get the job. It would just be there taunting me while I worked in my crumbling building with an unsupportive staff. A few days after I read the website, I had a phone interview with the principal. She told me after hour 30 minute conversation, and I quote, “frankly, you blow most of the candidates I’ve talked to out of the water.” Then I got a little more excited. She asked me to tape myself giving a 10-15 minute lesson. I had to give it to my parents. It was….awkward. But good. I think. I sent that to her and waited. After a week of hearing nothing, I thought that was it. To the TFA hiring fair! Then she finally emailed to tell me I’d be getting called by another teacher at the school. I talked to her. It, again, went freakishly well. I could see myself working with these people. Then I got more nervous. She told me I’d have to talk to ANOTHER teacher – apparently they had a big hiring symposium where people talked to the faculty, staff, AND parents of the new school, so I think maybe I was getting off kind of easy. Soon, I talked to that last teacher, and again, had a ridiculously good conversation. Then I waited and waited and waited some more, happy that I knew I couldn’t have done any better, but worried because after three conversations and one fake lesson given to my parents in my dad’s office, I was invested. I really really really wanted this job. Then the executive director of the school called me. And he offered me the job. And I jumped up and down a bit. 

So….that’s good. I’m moving to LA with a job, a job I’m excited about and feel qualified for and ready to tackle. 

Then, in case you haven’t heard, I’m going to VEGAS this weekend! It’s going to be relaxing and exciting and fun and SUNNY and even though it’s making packing a bitch, I’m stoked to put real faces to names and voices and make some new friends. 

Then after two weeks in LA gallivanting with my friends AND my high school BFF Kaitlin, I’ll be starting TFA training, which will be intense, BUT what’s getting me through are my newly purchased tickets to see American Idols Live (because, apparently, I’m 12 and obsessed with a married guy and his gay best friend) with my sister in San Diego. I’m so excited I’m thinking of making a countdown to hang in my room at Institute, just so the smartest do-gooders in America can know I’m a fan-girl crazy person, judge me, and move on quickly. We also may be wearing self-made t-shirts. Yep. 

So that is where I’m at right now. Packing for Vegas and My Life, which is slowly starting to come into focus in a very positive way, all the while geeking out over Kris and Adam. I think I’m OK with that. Well, I think I’m more than OK with it.

Last weekend, I headed up to Boston for round one of my Senior Week/College Graduation events. Walking around campus felt weird – I’d simultaneously felt like I’d already moved on, especially as everyone cried about having their last classes, while I’ve been out of classes for months, and like I wasn’t ready to leave. Every building I walked by on campus has these ridiculously vivid memories – classes I’ve taken, events I attended, places I’d lived – that I couldn’t stop thinking about as I walked around. Boston has become more of a hometown to me than anywhere else I can think of, and the thought of leaving for good is kind of heartbreaking. 

Moving around a lot as a kid and attending four (!!) different schools during my four years of high school led me to not attach myself too strongly to any school or any place. When high school ended, I was more than happy to move on.  I was ready to tackle college, and aside from a very small handful of good friends (Hi Kaitlin!), there wasn’t much I’d miss about high school. Same goes for every time I moved – my family always seemed to time our movings to coincide with a rough patch in my life, so moving to a new place seemed like an excellent way to make a needed change. Sure, there were friends I missed like crazy and little things about each town we lived in I was sad to leave behind, but I never found myself thinking, “I’m really not ready to leave.” 

Leaving Boston is and will be so much different. While I’ve come and gone from Boston for the last four years for summers and vacations, I always knew I was coming back. It always seemed like a home base. This “semester” at home has felt like that too. While I know in my mind I’m done with school, I’ve still known I would be heading back for Senior Week and graduation. I still knew I’d see all my friends again. After graduation, though, I’m going to be joining everyone else in the collective freak-out of “Oh my god, I really have to leave now, don’t I?!”

During Senior Breakfast, they showed a “slideshow” of every group picture from our orientation four years ago. When I saw my group’s picture, I saw my blond, shorter hair, my heinous pink t-shirt I thought was fierce, and one of my best friends I hadn’t realized was in my orientation group until sophomore year when we’d been discussing our various orientation leaders over lunch and discovered the coincidence. It felt like SO long ago, while simultaneously feeling like it was only yesterday, like I still needed more time in this place. Then I saw that same friend presented with an amazing award, and while the Dean of Students read of a list of all the accomplishments my friend had racked up in the last four years, I realized we all had enough time in college. We’d all done amazing things, made our mark there, and maybe were ready to move on. 

That night, I attended a special dinner party for all the Teach For America corps members from my school at the Dean of Student’s house (who, by the way, is the greatest school administrator, possibly ever. I follow him on twitter, and I’m told he once held a High School Musical 2 viewing party at his house. To say I was excited to be invited to this dinner would be a gross understatement.) Talking to the other corps members about where we were headed, about teacher certification tests, curriculum changes, and of course, that pesky achievement gap, I felt ready – ready to take on another ridiculous challenge, ready to call another city home, and ready to leave that blond-haired, pink-shirt wearing college girl behind. Almost. No, I am…I think.  

Friday, I head up for the 10-day extravaganza that is Senior Week and Graduation. At the end of it, my family will join me in Boston, take me on a Duck Tour, and watch me graduate from college. Hopefully, by the end of it, I’ll be ready to say good-by to Boston…but that doesn’t mean I won’t be bawling as I do it.

Today, I officially finished college. Well…I had my last class on Thursday, but today I put the finishing touches on my (horrible) plays for playwritting, which I have to mail into my professor tomorrow. Thus, I consider today my last day. And I’m not quite sure how I feel about it.

The last few days have been tough, to say the least. In fact, yesterday, I ended my day by crying for a half an hour at a Mexican restaurant by my parents’ house, after snapping at my dad. I think I had been teetering on the edge of being really sad all day, and him spoiling the season finale of Dexter for me was somehow the final straw.  

Thursday night I had a little party at my apartment with a lot of friends I wanted to say good-bye to, where I drank entirely too much champagne, then headed out to the bars, where I got a nice confidence boost from a very drunk UMass student in the form of ridiculous compliments. 

Friday was spent packing until my parents came to pick me up for dinner with my uncle and cousins. I almost cried twice at dinner thanking them for giving me a place to call home in Boston and basically being my surrogate family for three and a half years. My immediate family has never lived close to my extended family, so getting to see my little cousins regularly for the last few years as really been a treat. Plus, they let me get off campus and have a home-cooked meal without having to fly home. I’m really going to miss my night’s out on the town with my uncle and getting to spend an afternoon playing with my cousins…and I’m going to make myself cry now.  After dinner, I went to Harvard Square with Jillian and Megan for a relaxing last night out at John Harvard’s and Grendal’s. It was nice to have a quite, very Boston, last night out. I, perfectly enough, only ordered Massachusetts local beers. Mmm…

Saturday, my dad came to get all my stuff. I said good-bye to my little sis from the sorority (and one of my best friends), Lynn, and my other favorite sorority gal, Ali. Both are going abroad next semester, so even if I work out staying in Boston next semester (which is looking possible…stay tuned), I won’t be in school with them again. 

Finally, it came time to say good-bye to Jillian. Even though I know I’ll see her soon, I was still in tears. With moving so much, I don’t keep friends (physically) close for very long, so knowing Jillian for over three years and living with her for two and a half is quite a feet. (We met in writing class and at Bay State freshman year, lived together sophomore year, went to LA together junior year, and shared an apartment this year.) She was truly the perfect roommate. We’ve never fought. We both clean like crazy, and she’s unbelievably considerate. She’s an amazing friend who makes me do things, even when I don’t want to, that turn out to be super fun. She listens when I complain. We hate all the same people, and she’s the only reason I know what’s up in the world of celebrity gossip. I don’t know how I’m going to survive in LA without her, because the only reason I ever knew about good restaurants and cool bars was because of her. It’ll be tough to adjust to living with anyone else. She says I have to add Pop Sugar to my daily routine to even attempt to replace her. 

I really can’t believe I’m done with college. I can’t quite process it yet. I want to write a wrap-up of everything I’ve learned in college, but I don’t have enough space from it to do it now. The problem is if I wait until I get back from Australia, that’s obviously all I’m going to talk about. Maybe I’ll attempt it tomorrow. Luckily for my sanity,  it’s looking like I might not have to mourn leaving Boston just yet. My uncle has offered to let me stay at his house next semester, which isn’t going to replace living on campus, but it’s SO much better than being in Wilmington, friendless save for my parents and pets. (My parents moved here my sophomore year of college, so I don’t know anyone but them. So staying at “home” is not the ideal living situation for the next four months.) The details would still need to be worked out in January, so I don’t want to say it’s definite, but I really want it to be. 

So…now onto the next thing. AUSTRALIA! IN TWO DAYS! Yep, now I can actually be excited about it without thinking about all the stuff I have to do before I go. Sarah called me last night, and all I could say was so “Oh my god, I’m so excited!” Tomorrow I’m officially packing, so wish me luck! I’ll say a proper good-bye tomorrow.

The title of this post represents my desire to make all my posts begin with lyrics to Miley Cyrus Songs, even when they don’t really accurately describe the contents of my post, besides sharing a number.

Anyway, to the task at hand: Melissa tagged me to this 7 random facts about me survey, so here goes!

1. I save every fortune I get in a fortune cookie. Sometimes, I take ones other people have gotten. I have quite a collection in my wallet that I love to bring out when there is nothing else to talk about. I have found that there are few that would actually be classified as fortunes. Some gems of my collection include:

“Smile if you like this fortune cookie.”
“Life is full of little decisions, like white or brown rice.” (How oddly appropriate…)
“Keep on Keeping On.”
“Draw up on a budget and figure out how to cut down on your debt.” (This isn’t really a fortune so much as financial advising…)
“You need to forgive that person today. Just believe me.” (What?!)
“Today you are wiser than usual, and also less anxious.” (I don’t know why, but I always hear Dwight Schrute saying this one.)
“It’s one of those low-key days you’d rather just spend chilling.” (What am I do to with this kind of information?)
“What makes an apple fall to the ground?” (Um…gravity?)

The best fortune missing from the collection: one opened by my sister’s (female) best friend which she later told me about to my immense amusement. It read, “You and your wife will be very happy together.” Amazing. I love the assumption that she is both male (or a lesbian in California or Massachusetts) AND married. I don’t know which is more offensive.

2. I have had two pets named after television characters. I’m sure I’ll have more in the future. The first was my beloved cat, Chandler, who sadly died my freshman year. The second is actually my mom’s dog, but I got to name her. I picked the name Sookie. I think both sound appropriately enough like pet names. We almost named my other cat Phoebe, but we felt that bordered on obsessive, so we went with Chloe instead.

3. I’ve never gone through a rebellious, “I hate my parents” stage. Maybe I was just a great teenager, or maybe my parents are just the best parents ever, but even when I was mad or mildly bratty in my younger years, I’ve never wanted to rebel against or stop talking to my parents. In fact, I talk to my mom almost every day, and in high school, we spent a ridiculous amount of time together (as my sister was in college and my dad was gone a lot for work.) Last week, I spent an entire weekend with just my dad, and we had a great time. I try not to take for granted how close and amazing my family is. (Hi, parents!)

4. I’ve seen every episode of “Friends” multiple times. I can almost quote each episode right along with it; some i could perform as a one woman show without the aid of the show playing behind me. I also watched all but the first four episodes when they originally aired, which does mean that, yes, I started watching Friends when I was in 2nd grade. I was a very mature 8 year old. It also means that when I started watching reruns, I understood about 50% of the jokes for the first time. I had a very similar viewing/reviewing experience with both “Clueless” and “Dirty Dancing.”

5. The only thing that will prevent me from ever having a dog, despite wanting one, is the fact that I refuse to pick up dog poop. I just can’t do it. I’m getting all grossed out just thinking about it. This is also why I flatly refuse to be a helpful daughter and take my mom’s dog out when I’m at home.

6. I really miss dancing. I started taking ballet, tap, and jazz  when I was in first grade and continued with all until senior year and continued tap up until my sophomore year of college. I was on dance team for three years in middle school and took dance class every day at my performing arts high school. Now I’m in severe withdrawal. No other work out is ever as fun. No other work out clothes are ever as pretty. Sometimes in my room, I find myself standing in fifth position with my arms out in second about to tondue front or shuffle flapping through the kitchen ending with a little ball change once I’ve reached my destination. I really need to find some sort of outlet for this.

7. Sometimes, I feel like like I have too many friends. For real. More than half of my friends on facebook (over 500) are actual, real-life friends. It’s really bi-product of moving so much and having multiple groups of friends from everywhere I’ve lived. Let’s see: there are my neighborhood friends from Pittsburgh, my Jewish friends from Pittsburgh, my school friends from Pittsburgh, my school friends from Alabama (including dance team friends, theater friends, bestest friends), my Jewish friends from Alabama, my New Albany High School friends (all three of them…), my Reynoldsburg High School friends (Hi, Kaitlin!), my PA (that’s the Eastland Performing Arts Program) friends, my Syracuse Summer College friends, my camp friends, my college friends (including sorority friends, freshman year dorm friends, Bay State friends, class friends, LA program friends) and every other random person I’ve met along the way. This makes keeping track of and keeping in touch with people VERY difficult and makes it especially annoying with my mom goes “So how is random friend X doing these day?”

So there you go. Anyone else do/feel/think any of these things? Anyone? *crickets*

I have, for some reason, found it almost impossible to blog about the actual goings on in my life lately. I think I just wanted to soak up what could possibly be my last summer vacation ever (!!) without worrying blogging. (Not that I don’t enjoy writing about myself.) Now that I’m back in Boston once again, about to get into the groove of my last semester of college ever (!!!), I feel I should probably write about this past week, if only for my own memory (and to appease my dad who keeps asking about why I haven’t written about our trip yet.)

So two weeks ago (two weeks? I almost wrote one week, that is how much I’ve lost track of time and my life..) I got on the Plymouth Brockton Bus to Hyannis, MA (that’s in Cape Cod) to meet my parents. My mom attended a fitness conference to get certified to teach fitness classes, while my dad and I explored the town, rating each day on our cleverly devised Awesome Scale. We ate at a British Pub, various seafood joints, a Mediterranean restaurant, and drank wine with the other guests at the little Inn/Bed and Breakfast where we stayed. We took a 20 mile bike ride on the Rails to Trails bike trail, went to see Tropic Thunder, and wandered down to the beach with my mom’s dog, Sookie. We watched Michael Phelps win his 8th gold medal on the only TV in the Inn, located in the dining room in the main building (we were staying in the annex) and talked to the other guests at the Inn, who surprisingly, seemed to love their dogs as much as my mom loves hers, which I later learned stemmed from the fact that this Inn is the only place in town that allows dogs. It was really relaxing and nice to spend more time with my dad than I have, probably, since I left for college. Various pictures taken with my new 35mm camera (purchased for my photography class) can be found here.

Upon arriving back in Wilmington, I set out to get done the things I can’t (or can’t afford to) do in Boston. First up, getting a tetanus shot, as my school registration was blocked when mine expired. (Annoyingly enough, I was not notified of this when it happened and wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t gotten on to change gym classes. I would have just been denied entrance to my apartment when I arrived in Boston! Thanks, university! :/ ) This was sadly more difficult than it would have been for normal people, as I don’t have a doctor, since my parents moved while I was in college, and could not just pop in and out of the office. I, thus, had to go to a walk-in clinic, wait for two hours, be told that they didn’t, in fact, give tetanus shots to non-emergency cases (even though my mom had called and asked the day before and been assured that they DID give tetanus shots to people like me), beg them to give me one because PLEASE I HAVE NO WHERE ELSE TO GO, and then actually get my shot. Success! Kind of…

The next day, I headed to the NJ/Philadelphia area to hang out with some of my best friends from school, two of whom live very close to my parents and three of whom had come down to visit in a miracle of timing. We hung out on South Street and visited the Magic Gardens. I have to say, if you are ever in Philadelphia, GO TO THIS GARDEN. The name sounds crazy, but it really does seem magical. It’s an amazing feet of mosaic making. We had a little too much fun, spending hours taking photos in awkward and oddly serious poses, to the mild discomfort of those around us. (All with my friend Jenn’s new XSI. Me=jealous) After the Magic Garden, we wandered into a comic book store where Jenn, Lauren and I discovered this gem of a comic: It was part of some sort of series about tragic love “ripped from the pages of real life,” basically, romance novel comics. Every cover features at least one woman crying. This one was probably our favorite:

I haven’t laughed so hard in a while. We then went to eat at the deli I went to with my parents in July. I was almost as full as last time. After Philly, and after a midly frightening car ride where we sped a little too fast down curvy, hilly roads with my friend Mike riding in the trunk of the SUV, we got to Lauren’s house and decided to play “Men are From Mars, Woman are from Venus.” Again, I must urge every to play this game. I think it is supposed to stir up controversy between the sexes, but my friends are so awesome, we woud just answer the questions then all talk about how great of an answer everyone gave. We decided the five of us left would make an amazing group couple. Basically, thoughout the day, I realized how much I missed my friends over the summer, because it really was one of the best times I’d had in a while.

The rest of the week was a blur of shopping with my mom, getting my hair cut, vegging out, crying over the end of the Olympics (What will I do during the day now that I can’t flip back and forth between equestrian jumping and rhythmic gymnastics!?) and freaking out over my computer possibly dying. (No worries. The Genius’s at the Mac store fixed it up.)

Tuesday, I left with my dad for Boston. We, of course, spent lots of time discussing politics, as my dad is a mild conservative who likes to act like a staunch conservative to bug the crap out of me. (He made me listen to SEAN HANNITY for THREE HOURS [!!!!!] on the car ride back from Hyannis. If I had heard ONE MORE PERSON call up and say “Sean, you are a great American,” I was going to take my own life. My dad then laughed when I asked how he could listen to that crap, saying “I never listen to that. Are you kidding me?” Funny Dad, really funny…) When we got into Boston, we headed to my summer apartment, loaded up the rest of the my stuff, then headed out to dinner at my favorite restaurant, Picco in the South End, which stands for Pizza and Ice Cream, Co. How could that not be good?

Wednesday, I moved in, hung out with my uncle and cousins, said good-bye to my dad, then went out for my friend Jackie’s birthday with some friends from my sorority and Birthright. Again, it was nice to see everyone who I missed over the summer.

Thursday was intense apartment shopping day, at the end of which, I got to relax with Jenn and Josh while watching “High School Musical” (which Jenn had never seen!) and Obama’s speech: the ultimate awesome combination. (My favorite moment from the night may have been the text from my sister telling me she was drinking an Obamapolitan on the Baracks. Amazing. These are the reasons he should be president…)

Today, I’m back at work. I had my interview for the job. The actual interview went well, but there may be a sang with the whole me going to Australia for three weeks at one of the busiest times of the year thing, which obviously, is a non-negotiable situation. No job is worth me missing the chance to go to Australia with two of my best friends. I’m only young once, right? (MUCH more is coming on this topic, as it is getting SO CLOSE I CAN TASTE IT!) As I said before though, the interview went well enough, and the HR rep said she likes promoting from within, and that there are definitely ways to work around my schedule. As ever, I really have no preference for which was this goes. If I get it, it will be hard to do the job and classes and EVERYTHING, but it will ensure me having a job come January. If it don’t, I’m going to have an amazing last semester of college, and hopefully, I’ll find a job eventually. I guess fate will decide for me. I kind of prefer it that way.

And now that my hands are numb from typing, I feel like I can now continue posting at a regular pace (and legnth…) Up next, a meme sent to me from the lovely Melissa (my mom sent your brownies yesterday! Sadly, sans note, because I am the loser who forgot to write one before I left…), and details of my upcoming journey down under (aka to Australia…if that wasn’t obvious…ok, I’ll shut up now.)

I haven’t even unpacked yet, and I’m packing again. Well, I’m moving my already packed things into another smaller bag. My mom and I are headed back to Ohio for a few days, mainly to pick up things my mom ordered from the furniture store she used to work at. I am going, however, to see my friends (well, the two friends I still talk to) from high school, who I never get to see since my parent’s moved to Delaware. 

I feel like I never stay anywhere for any significant period of time. I’ve been in this weird nomadic state ever since I started college. One day I counted all the places I’d lived since I moved into my freshman dorm, and the number is mildly ridiculous. In that time, I’ve lived in four dorm rooms slash on-campus apartments. My parents have lived in three houses and two apartments in between houses. Plus, I’ve worked at a sleep-away summer camp twice (where I moved three times each summer), and I’ve had multiple trips to visit Stephanie in Indiana and Syracuse, to visit friends in Alabama, to visit friends all over, really, and to visit family in Maryland and California.

I never feel like I’m home anymore. I mean, my parents’ house is technically home, but I live at school more. I’d call Boston home before I’d call Wilmington home. Every time I’m at school, however, I’m living somewhere new. Plus, I haven’t been at school since December, as I’ve been “living” in LA. I can’t wait to graduate if only for the fact that I will hopefully move somewhere and stay IN THE SAME BEDROOM for at least a year. I hope. I really hate packing.