previous // June 27, 2005
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Greetings from my new address! I am ridiculously happy that I'm finally here! Even my best friend didn't think I was actually going to move (MB too, brat). Except for my dresser and desk, I'm here.
Insert huge sigh of relief here.
I really don't know where to begin. Here's a non-chronological list of my comings and goings. It seems like a good idea at this time of day, so bear with me.
* Daddy and I cried together. Twice. He didn't want me to go. Ack! But I love him more for it.
* Went to my oldest niece's graduation party and realized she lives further away than I thought. It wouldn't have been too bad, except I have no air conditioning in my car. Yay.
* I swam in a river yesterday for the first time since middle school without wincing. It's all about the progress, people.
* I got French tips put on my fingers and am now realizing that typing with them sucks a big one. At least I look pretty.
* One of MB's dogs was diagnosed with cancer and has about 4 months. And from the way he acts, you can tell he has no idea. Poor puppy. He's only 8. LB is the happiest dog on the planet. He's completely content to chase a ball or a frisbee all day. "Oh, look! I have a ball! Isn't it a nice ball? I just love my ball! Throw my ball. Yay! Oh, you threw my ball! And look! I got it! See? I got that ball! Isn't it a nice ball? I have a ball!" That's my LB.
* I'm spending tons of time with MB's mom. I love her to pieces. She's just the greatest. I adore her.
* Speaking of moms, mine is attempting overprotective from afar. I checked my e-mail before writing here and she sent me a message saying there's some job openings back home (which isn't home anymore) and she's saved the paper so I can apply. Well, la-dee-dah. Sorry, Sarge, I'm not moving back!
That's a pretty short version of all that's been going on. I just don't know how to put it all into words. It hasn't really hit me yet that this is home. MB and I have referred to it before as home, but now that it's real, it just hasn't hit me yet. I can't explain it. I guess it's because I've felt more at home here than I have in my parents' house. Or it could be because I'm still living partially out of a suitcase. At any rate, I'm here! Now I just need to get my computer hooked up and I'll be good to go.
Going back to bed,
Thanks for reading,
Ter
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