My sincerest apologies to Jesse McCartney for improving upon his lyrics.
So I don’t usually blog that much in the summer. It’s never due to a lack of things happening, just a lack of
bloggable things happening. And bloggable is totally not a word yet, but I hereby lay claim to it.
But this week in particular was definitely unbloggable. Because I highly doubt you want to hear about how I slept up to 14 hours a night, woke up and watched TV, failed to pack at all, and then hung out with friends all afternoon and evening and watched the Olympics for 5+ hours every night. Not super exciting stuff.
Thursday morning, though, I walked down to the kitchen and it was as though the blogging gods had felt sorry for my utterly unbloggable life and had sent a gift. That gift, my friends, was
Golden Grahams.
Thursdays are my second least favorite days, after Tuesdays, because Tuesdays just suck. And I had woken up too early (like, 10) and then had fallen back to sleep and ended up getting too much sleep which just leaves you grumpy and somehow weirdly sore. So I walk downstairs for breakfast, decide against being healthy and having oatmeal, and discover that my mom has yet again, for the second time in one summer, bought Golden Grahams.
And clearly, having Golden Grahams for breakfast is a bloggable occurrence. So much so that I actually ran back upstairs to grab my camera.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t exactly just sit and eat Golden Grahams all day, as much as I might like to. Mostly because my room looked like this
and I hadn’t really started packing for school yet. And I was leaving on Saturday at noon. And my grandparents were coming in Friday night. Problem? I thinketh so.
The good news is that I have friends, so Rocky and Nicole came over and helped me clean my room and get somewhat organized. Namely. Rocky went through piles and advocated throwing everything out and I had to fight to keep what little I did. And Nicole reorganized my book shelf, which was much needed even though not a single one of those books is coming out to Boston. But even after all that group effort on Thursday, I still had yet to do any substantial packing.
The problem wasn’t so much that everything wasn’t organized- a big part of it was deciding what I needed to put into boxes that I didn’t need to open until I got into my permanent room, and then what clothing I would potentially need for the 10 days before I move out of my temp room. As I’m female, deciding all of this ended up taking far longer than probably necessary. However, it does lead us to
Lesson to future freshman #1:
Really look at what you’re going to need for the 3-10 days you’ll be living in your temp room, and pack a separate bag with that stuff. Why is this important? Because
Lesson #2:
Use space bags for the stuff you don’t need until you move in for good. You know those really awesome bags that you use a vacuum on and POOF they shrink? They’re in infomercials? I’m pretty sure they sell them at Bed Bath and Beyond in packages. Buy some. I got all my towels, non-10-day-bag clothing, socks, belts, and spare purses all into one big one and it fit into one suitcase, and that was that.
It’s kind of ridiculous. Considering I’m moving away from home, it hardly looks like I have anything.
But after running out for some boxes at Staples Friday afternoon, packing of clothing and other big stuff went pretty quickly on Friday with Rocky’s and my best friend Sarah’s help. Admittedly, on your last night hanging out with your boyfriend and best friend, though, how much other packing are you going to do?
Consequently, I was up until 5 am.
Lesson #3-
Catch up on sleep before you leave. Those 14 hours a night really paid off. Also
Lesson #4-
Don’t be me. Procrastination on packing = bad. You could be catching up on Lesson 3 instead of staying up late deciding how many pairs of socks to pack and whether you really need that entire drawer of cold medicine your mom insists on sending you with.
Saturday morning was pretty easy. Packed up the back of our 7 year old, 137,382 miles-on-it Suburban and that was it. Sarah, Rocky, and I had made cookie dough the night before, so when Rocky showed up at 11 that morning to help load up the car and say good bye we put a few dozen in the oven. By 11:40, Margaret, her mom, Sarah, her mom and stepdad, my grandparents, and the rest of my family had all shown up in our kitchen and were eating chocolate chip cookies. 13 people just chilling in a not that large area and talking and eating cookies. I just couldn’t help but smile. I don’t think I would have wanted to leave for college any other way.
But just half an hour or so later, we all said our goodbyes, closed up the car, and my parents and I started our trip out to Boston, the land of having to buy Golden Grahams for myself, college, and hopefully more bloggable things.
But that’s another story for another day.
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