Needed to get this out of the way so I can blog on the trip to New York, so I'm going to pretend that this post was made months ago within a relevant amount of time to my moving out. So here we go!
The empty room, emptier than when I moved in, so sad. I have to say it was rather odd being thrown out of my "home" so unceremoniously. Just "oh, you're done with classes? Get out within 48 hours. OK, thanks, bye."
It was like having the van we always wanted! Lots of space, it was nice. Note the backwards hat, that means it's time to get to business.
Seeing my entire life shoved into the van brought forth one thought, and one thought only. "If only we could find a river to park it by, I could be living in a van, down by the river."
And there's my sad, empty door. Closed for the last time, ending my first semester at U of A.
The empty room, emptier than when I moved in, so sad. I have to say it was rather odd being thrown out of my "home" so unceremoniously. Just "oh, you're done with classes? Get out within 48 hours. OK, thanks, bye."
It was like having the van we always wanted! Lots of space, it was nice. Note the backwards hat, that means it's time to get to business.
Seeing my entire life shoved into the van brought forth one thought, and one thought only. "If only we could find a river to park it by, I could be living in a van, down by the river."
And there's my sad, empty door. Closed for the last time, ending my first semester at U of A.
