Yep, I’m still alive. Homesick, but still alive.

I’m really not a bad person. I saw an engagement today after Bible study and didn’t cry! Actually, I had a bit of dust in my eye, but the secret gangster in me I decided to high five people instead of openly sob. I believe they’ll have a great marriage. I just honestly haven’t had the time to give a decent update in recent days. In between packing and whatnot, I got a call to temp full time for a while at the University, which started today. That left me the weekend to begin picking up the broken pieces of my heart packing, though I’m still in denial that I even have to do it… I kind of feel like the kids in Recess, from this episode.

I…shall not, I shall not be moved. I… shall not, I shall not be moved.
Apartment 301 has become my Old Rusty. My refuge when I was sick, and my hideaway when I didn’t want to be bothered. It was my home for 3 years, and heck, it felt nice to call one place home for so long… Moving around so much when I was younger left me with some kind of thing with stability. Although sometimes I couldn’t stand being here as witnessed by my weekly rants of “I can’t stand this forkin’ house!!!” I guess I’ve placed more emphasis on this than I thought I had, and it’s really just hitting me now. I’m actually feeling homesick for a place that wasn’t technically a home. For me, home’s always been “where your stuff is.” Now, home’s where my stuff and heart fight for the extra bedroom space, and I’ll miss it. 🙂

I’m sure I’ll be okay without my Old Rusty. And even when I miss it, I’ll still have the memories.

Off to bed, my sleep schedule is also forked.

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  • Aww. Old Rusty, your place had a name. 🙂 I miss my apartment from college. I only lived there for two years, but it's not always the length of time we stay somewhere but the quality of what happened while you were there that really leaves an impact. I've moved around a lot, be it countries or homes, and it's just such a good feeling to create a space like your Old Rusty somewhere.

    PS – I have something for you at my blog 🙂

  • That's a cute name "Old Rusty"..I named my first car that..well b/c it was rusty..and old lol!

  • I don't like the apartment I live in. Mostly I don't like that the house is uneven and slanted, and that there is a cat. Other than that, it's in the perfect location for work. Also I live with my sister and nephew, they are the best roommates ever. 😀

  • old rusty? how did yu get that name 🙂 ? anyways yur new blog…am not able to comment on it…chk it out..and yeah no comments for my blog as well ?:) ..what have yu installed!

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