"One more sleep" has finally arrived. I move out tomorrow and this is the last night I will ever be spending in my room. Except tomorrow it won' t be mine. I won't live in my house anymore. I will have a new house. I will be away from my parents, my brother, and my dog. I won't have to awnser to anyone.
In one more sleep I will officially be an adult. I will have no one to awnser to but myself. I will have responsibilities. I will pay rent. I will buy my own food. I will pay for my own internet. Tomorrow I am officially independant.
The majority of my stuff is in boxes... in the middle of my bedroom. It actually looks like I am moving out now. Yesterday it still seemed like a fantasy. All of my things were untouched. I hadn't packed anything yet. But today... boxes. Large ones. Packed to the top (thanks Haji!).
This is the most bizarre feeling ever. I feel like I want to be sad about it. Sad because I am leaving my parents and my dog and my room and my brother and my life. Tomorrow I officially grow up. I feel like I should be in mourning because of it. But I am not. I am excited.
I can just picture my first night now... me crying... in bed because I am so sad and lonley and wierded out by my new house. New sounds... new room. Wierd.
Holy shit. I can't even organize my thoughts right now. I really can't. It is very overwhelming.
One more sleep... starting now.
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