Pressure

Starting to feel the pressure of being an adult. Of passing my classes this semester and graduating to receive my BA diploma. It's like now what?-I feel as if I've been working my whole life towards this. I'm starting to plan my graduation party and just keep thinking "then what?" Everyone at my graduation party is gonna be asking me-So...what do you want to do/ What are you gonna do? Pretty sure I'm gonna do what I've always wanted to do and just travel the world. I have to, I want to, It's actually the only thing I want to do-Perfect, I've found my answer from my own jotted down thoughts. Pressure to graduate, Pressure to figure out what I'm gonna make and do In this life time. The choice is mine and I feel as if I have the world at my finger tips. I'm grateful, ecstatic, scared, excited, nervous, but just because I won't be in school doesn't mean I want to ever stop learning.

Moved

It's been a full week since I've been moved in with my Dad and Brother. So far so good. My only "complaint" is that occasionally it smells like a bong factory, but oh well! This is my 3rd time moving and I've come to realize that the process of moving emotionally eats me up a little. It was sad for me to move out of my grandparents house knowing that they aren't gonna be on this earth forever and how much love I have for both of them. My grandmas TV antics are one of the most bizarre things would be an understatement to any psychologist, but oh well we all have our habits. My grandpa at his ripe old age who still keeps the house and yard up every single day and has maybe complained about something in life once or twice. Then there's the physical hardship of moving like packing my cluster fuck of a room. I did get rid of 4 trash bags of clothes! Go me! me and my obsession with possessions is so weird. Then there's the part where you find old pictures stuffed deep in your drawrs because they were memories I wanted to shove far away from sight. But like anything and everything you must be faced with the feelings or memories and are forced to either throw away the pictures or put them in a box that won't be looked at for years. Of course there's the positive part of moving because it's like a clean start in a way! My new organized closet, new pictures on my wall, a new scent of laundry, and a new bigger and better shower! The only constant is change, and I'm thankful I have the comfort at my new house.