Good Riddance

Okay here's the deal. It's not that I was ever in denial about how fast time goes by. I just didn't like to hear people who felt they knew better tell me that that is the case.

Now it's all I can do to stop myself from shouting to children waiting at bus stops: YOU DON'T CARE NOW, BUT YOU'LL NEVER GET THIS TIME BACK! DON'T WASTE IT!

This is how I feel: :(( :O :D :/ :* :?@#$^!($@)#%$($%(@ughhhhh

I don't know what time I wasted, but it had to have been somewhere. I rely on time's consistency, but good riddance, folks. Why do last weeks in town fly as swiftly as lunch breaks?

And you know, I don't expect this to be the most intense transition I will make. It's the first wave of depressedexcitement, and I'm holding on for dear life. Dear, dear life.

W 34th St, New York, NY, 10001

Hi there! Sorry I've been MIA. I work a lot and I sleep a lot and I think a lot about how I have to pack no more than one fits in one third of a 500 square foot apartment. I leave for New York City two weeks from yesterday, but hey. Blogs are interstates of their own. Information interstates. Oooooh.

For the readers who don't know, I'm going to The King's College in Manhattan. Wikipedia it; the article's nice :)

I promise I will semi-regularly enter my thoughts in this forum. I might even start a new one about Starbucks work experiences. What do you think?

Peace,

lucy