Patrick is leaving tomorrow morning...at 6. I don't want him to go. It's been amazing having him here with us, I didn't realize that I'd missed him so much.
Grandma and mom were both tearing up over at gran and gramps house celebrating his birthday when we got ready to leave. It was hard not to cry myself... 700+ miles is a really long way away. But, he'll be back. And in less than two short years I'll be moving out too, which is a bit of a scary thought, yeah? I think I'm just going to move into town first, but I want to go to PA soon. I want to move in with Carolyn and live as roomies for awhile. Don't you think it would be fun to live with your best friend?I reckon so. Thus the plans.
I wonder what kind of designs I'll do in my house/apartment/whatever... Like if I'll stick with my bright colors kick, or if I'll sink into bright nuetrals with bold accents or...insert variations here, I guess. I think that it'll be a mix. Like, soft walls but one of them be a dark purple or tangerine or somefink, and modern furniture. And it'll all be very airy and open. And on a street name, dammit.
Of course, all this will take money. And lots of it. Which will require a full time job, which will in turn hopefully leave me with enough time to accomplish the things I want to do.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of a social life I'll have. I mean, with my current level of social output, it'll prolly be dead before it even has time to smell the air...but I hope that it'll be better than that. Like, I need to make some friends here in a bad way. Maybe I'll meet someone in my photography class. Heh. Someone handsome and kind and funny who'll put up with my dingbatedness and who'll hold my hand and actually understand who I am. Heh. Hehe. Somehow I doubt that someone like that would like someone like me. But hey...a girl can dream. Right?
Plus I sort of have someone in mind, but the kabosh has been put on it already. Sigh.
