"I've Already Had 2 Cups of Coffee" or "I Don't Wanna Go Home Because That Means More Packing" and "I Miss Lindsey, Come Home Damnit"

This week has been a transitional week. Between summer and the upcoming semester, between apartments, between being poor and getting help, between Lindsey being gone again and Lindsey being home again, between a semi-childish life and a semi-adult life. It's also between a shared bathroom and my own bathroom, of which I am most excited.

Cooper and I are beyond excited about moving into our new place. We have been planning together for a long time, and now we're so close we can barely contain ourselves. He and I are so alike, we are both looking forward to the simplest aspects the most. Things like being able to decide what goes on our new built-in bookcases, what we'll put in closets, which paintings will go on what walls. We're excited about having a refrigerator all to ourselves, of having a pantry, of putting a calendar in the kitchen we can put our schedules on and keep up with each other. We're excited about eating pizza off our unpacked boxes next Monday night, about buying a slipcover, about having a dining room table. We are two very easy to please people. I haven't met anyone else before who got as happy about the tiniest domestic habits as I do. We're already looking forward to Christmas together. We're just adorable.

In other news, my family has, yet again, come through for me. My aunt Greta is sending me money, thank Jesus, and my mother is offering to help me financially at least with set-up costs for my utilities. She can always give me just enough rope to be on my own, but also enough to keep a hold on me and help me when I need it. I only hope that when I have children I can find such the balance between cutting the cord and being so supportive as my mother has. She has no idea how she astounds me daily- or how incredibly grateful I am for the help.

My whole week is just class, babysitting, and packing. I have a paper due on Friday, then moving Friday and Saturday, work on Sunday, class again next week until Wednesday, then more unpacking and moving while we wait for the cable guys to come, Lambert's wedding on Friday the 8th, shopping in Birmingham with Cooper on the 9th, and then time to get back to my new apartment and revel in just a few days rest before classes start and I get to painting murals. I think this semester will be off to a great start.

This week doesn't count.

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