Supper at the Drunken Noodle: $8.75
Coffee at Atomic Coffee: $2.12
Star Trek at the Cheap Seats: $2.00
A perfect day with my best friend: Priceless.
I am going to miss Abby.
12 days until I move. Abby moves this weekend, but she's going to locally so as long as she isn't in class she'll still be available for us to hang out. Her classes begin on Tuesday, and we've been joking that I should tag along, haha. I don't think she'll make friends very easily though with her weird high school friend stalking her all day. But we've always walked to classes together, especially this last year when we had pretty much identical schedules.
It will be weird to be without her, but I'll be in a whole new world (if you're singing Aladdin, raise your hand) having different experiences and learning new things and living in a significantly larger city. I seriously cannot wait. I'm so anxious. Driving around West Fargo today made me realize how excited I am to live in a big city.
But Abby is going to be where she has always been; her entire life she has lived in Fargo. She's going to notice the missing link when I leave. But I've certainly made it clear to her that when I make trips home, they will be primarily to visit her. And we'll have Skype and talk on the phone and stuff all the time, but it won't be the same as when I could hop in my car and drive the exact mile to her driveway at any time I please. I know her garage code and she has a key to my house. I often accidently hit my garage door opener when pulling into her driveway because I feel so at home.
Yesterday we went to get tattoos together. Mine is a treble clef with a peace sign in the center behind my left ear. I thought I'd cry, but it wasn't actually as bad as I thought. It just kind of vibrated my head and stung occasionally.
However, sitting there with Abby, my best friend since middle school, adding something permanent to our bodies that we'll see for the rest of our lives and remind us of this day, this summer, this relationship we've created and strengthened over years, made me confident that I will, in fact, cry when I leave. That will be significantly more painful than any needle embedding ink onto the thin, sensitive skin behind my ear.
It will be a complicated mess of emotions I'll be forced to deal with in the next 12 days. Hanging out with Lexi, asking her questions, talking about campus, classes, and the city, has gotten me so pumped about living in Minneapolis. Leaving Mom will be hard, because I know she's going through a rough time as it is, and I don't want to worsen her burden by leaving her with an empty nest. Plus she'll be selling the house as soon as I'm packed up, so it might be the last time I sleep in my room. Coming home will be weird, too, because it won't be home. It will be a different house that my mom and dog live in. Oh and my dog... I will miss Blanche so much. If I'm mad at her and try to get her to sleep on my floor, I never follow through. She's not big on cuddling but she loves sleeping at the foot of the bed, and I love having her there. It will be hard not coming home to a wagging tail after class. Maybe my roommate will do a dog impersonation for me every now and then to cheer me up. :) Finally there's all my friends. My two best friends are going to the same school in town. It will be nice to know they'll be here when I come home for holidays and whatnot, but I just want them to come with me! But at the same time I'm so excited to have stories for them when I do return.
I'm very adaptable to changes, even quick and unexpected ones. This is a change I've known was going to happen for the last 12 years. But in 12 days, I may not be as prepared as I imagined I would be. It's just a lot to deal with; it's a big stepping stone in my life, but as far as I'm concerned, if my life was measured by one day, it's only 8 am. I've got all day. And it's going to be a perfect day.
