I'm slowly coming to the realization that being a grown-up is not all that glamorous.
Take getting ready for college. The big moving-out, you're an adult for real now, time to get your life together event. For whatever reason I've always envisioned sitting in my sunny room, loading magically laundered and folded clothing into new, shiney totes while my friends flop around my room and keep me company. Or carefully assembing new school supplies into boxes, dressed in sweats and listening to music in a very mature and independent way; perhaps eating chocolates and drinking wine. Or shopping cheerfully with mom buying bedding and pillows and fancy pens and new clothes, throwing the new items carelessly over our shoulders into infinte shopping carts and whipping out my magic debit card to pay.
Well guess what. Moving is stressful. I spent ten hours straight shopping Thursday of last week. And not "Oh, look at these great towels," shopping but "Why the @%$& can I not find a purse-sized umrella that works properly?" Shopping when you finally stop for dinner at 7:00 and can't make another decision to save your life and want to just tell the server to surprise you. And how do you get all of your clothes clean for packing and still have clothes to wear the few days before your move? Why is a lock for a Macbook hard to find? How do laptop locks work, anyways? And do you kow how much NOT fun it is to spend money that you've put in agonizing hours to earn? Buy a bathrobe and you're going "This is 3 hours of work..." and a little piece of you dies.
I have a notepad by my bed so that when I remember things at night I can write them down and then maybe fall asleep again. My to-do list just gets longer and longer becuase I only have evenings and weekends to get all of it done. I have to be in bed by at least 11:00 or the following 8 hours of work are just to painful to bear. I overslept a half hour today. I woke up with my alarm blaring and my face burried in my brand-spanking new, $30 (including cover) body pillow. The clock said 6:37 and I mumbled angry nothings while I flung clothes onto myself and braced for a long, dull day without a shower in it. Not all that better than high school, really.
OK. I need to quit procrastinating and get to my list.
Stupid list.
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Oh Rach, I know exactly how you feel...as we discussed earlier. I would really love to help you! Sometime when your mom is not there so you don't overload on the OCD/Storage tote fanatic mumblings and going abouts. Hopefully once we get all packed and the car is loaded and we are on our way and we move all of our stuff in...it's there and it won't be so stressful...until classes start and then a whole new and DIFFERENT stress starts. I love you and anytime you need help or just want to relax, call me up! Have a fantastic last day at the office my dear!
Love always, Stacy
Rachel and Stacy: I have one thing to say:
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xx
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