carry on my wayward son

I just got done moving into my third apartment in a year. That's a lot of moving in such a little time. I'm more bitter about this last move because we kind of got kicked out of our last apartment because we all weren't "clean" enough because we lived in the show apartment and they would bring all the possible prospects to live in the complex. So it was a handicap room so it was massive, and we had all the nicest things. So basically I got spoiled and now that's what I'm use to. So to not be in that apartment upsets me. 

Also, I really really really hate change! I hate when there isn't familiarity to my life. I'm in the same complex, but it's a different apartment with different roommates. I lived with my last roommates for a year. That's a long time for up here because of the different semesters and being on different tracks. But I do have Tiffany with me, so that probably why I haven't completely slipped into depression. It's just the fact I have to start over getting to know other people and figure out how to live with them. It's quite a project. But the number one thing I'm suffering with the most is having to be home. Usually I have 3 different home away from home apartments I go to so I never have to be home and I'm always with friends. Because it's the 7 week break and no one is here. No one at all. So I'm stuck in my own home. It's weird passing by 406 and not going in. It's weird not having the people that have been in my life for a year straight not here any more. It's a work in progress.

 I've also noticed, ever since I came up to college I hate being alone. I've pretty much always had a roommate, so I share a room, and living with 5 other girls it's rare to be home alone. And when I was home alone I would run away to my other homes. So this had resulted in me being clingy... in a normal way if that's possible. I just have to be with people or I go crazy. Tiffany leaves in 2 weeks which results in me being completely and utterly alone here... I guess this is another part of growing up. I really hate how I have to learn these lessons the hard way. So in honor of that I dedicate Taylor Swifts "Never Grow Up" song to this post. It's my mother and I's favorite.