SLO (maybe the last time?)

Viola friend's wedding! She looked beautiful, the cake was delicious, lots of SF friends in a beautiful venue in San Luis Obispo. All in all, great time.

I saw my Mother's new house. It was nice and good to see her in a permanent place.

I rented a car (all by myself like a grown-up) and drove stuff down there to leave at my Dad's house. On the way back, came up with Cello Spieler friend and his girlfriend who are both lovely people.

It was strange being in SLO with SF friends but it was all good. Trust, we raged. I also hung out with a friend from SLO who I will be going to the same university with in Germany. That night was crazy in so many ways.

I'm quite pleased with my weekend. The last thing I had to look forward to during the Summer is over. Now, 33 days left and I'm on the other side of the planet.

I have the best attitiude

Someone told me this at work today. It was a little bit of a shock, as this is not something I think I've ever heard. I have 39 days left at this place and you know what? I think I can do it. I think I can get through this obstacle and move on to a new, awesome part of my life. It's a means to an end. I can do it and have a good attitude while I do. Surprising but, it's true.

Always.

Everything must come to an end. I'm moving towards the end of my experience living in my current apartment (yeah, I'm going to be living in another apartment for a month and no, it wasn't without it's own stresses). I'm going to be living in another country very soon. 40 days, actually. I've done a lot of paring down and packing to prepare. Packing test runs! Yet another way my obsessive compulsions manifest themselves. In all this time, working and cleaning and exercising, I haven't been able to do many fun things. I did, however, manage to go see Harry Potter 7 Part 2It was awesome and bittersweet. It made me wish for less complicated times and glad that I have some awesome memories with friends to look back on. I still get a pang in my stomach when I think: this part of my life is almost over. It'll be something that, for better or worse, I'll always remember.

Next week, I communicate with my new landlord, rent my first car, travel down to San Luis Obispo for a friends wedding (The fact that something like a wedding could still exist seems wonderful to me) eat what remains of my food, give my futon away and move into my new apartment. It's coming.

Weekend

Hung out with friends

Gave away my desk.

Got my debit card stolen, did some detective work and found out who stole it.

Worked on my quilt.

Cleared out more junk in preparation for leaving.

Ich bin kein Sonntagskind. But I make it work. That's just how I am.

memory quilt

Yep. I was gettin' crafty.

With my super jank/tiny/cute sewing machine. I learned (after two separate rounds of packing test runs) that I have waaaay too many t-shirts. I could have thrown them all away because their just material things but, I also have some sentiment...I guess...Also, I had some free time these last few days. So, I cut out squares of fabric and made a blanket out of them. It's about half done...

I still need to give it a back and stuffing. It didn't turn out so bad for me having no idea what I'm doing. I suppose it'll keep me warm and toasty in Deutschland. You know, because I'm going in 53 days : ]