all you had to do was ask and you could have had it all

The fast pace of life is definitely taking over. As I write this the contents of my room are thrown across the floor, falling off shelves and out of an assortment of cases as I pack up my entire life to be put in storage for the next two months. I feel as if part of me is going with it, which I suppose it is. I know it's not considered correct to define oneself by possessions, but what else do we truly have? People are fickle, they leave and find other purposes, whereas a book or a dancing snake? They won't leave. They are what they are, and that they will remain.

My summer plans have turned upside down, and I don't know whether this is upsetting or liberating. Perhaps both? Someone I thought would be there will not, and there seems to be an empty space now, a space that I am sure my best friend will fill with 90s chick flicks, crisps and highly inappropriate girl talk. Not to mention picnics and maybe even some baking now that she is the proud owner of her very own kitchen. She will distract me to the point of madness, and for that I love her more than words can express.
And you know who you are, you crazy fool. ♥

My mind won't settle; it's full of goodbyes, the desire to keep fighting conflicting with the simpler idea of giving up, the excitement about moving into the house, plans for visiting various destinations around the country, amongst other things. I'm not worried though, things will work out, and not because they always do, but because they have to. I know this isn't the end, if it was the end I'd feel it. It's simply the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning.