I don't deal well with change. I may think I'm bored with the monotony, but I thrive on routine.
I don't know how I'm going to handle CSI without Gil Grissom!
Change. Oh heavens.
I graduated beauty school this past Friday afternoon. For two and a half years I have attended school almost every day, and suddenly its over. Tomorrow my alarm will go off and I'll feel that rush of "oh crap, I'm gonna be late" only to finally realize I don't have to be anywhere before noon.
I have 3 days left at my current job. Then I have one week of completely cleaning my house. Why? Oh, because I am MOVING in two weeks. Change! Aaaah.
I never realized how much stuff I have (65+ pairs of shoes including flipflops) until I tried to contain it in small cardboard boxes. I've tried to de-clutter; I've thrown a lot of things away. (No one who knows me well will believe that sentence.)
I hate that I'm leaving my sisters and their families. Ugh. I hate that I won't get seven voicemails from Caroline every Sunday night saying, "Auntie, WHERE ARE YOU?! WE ARE WAITING FOR YOUUUUUUU! COME OVERRRRRRR!"
But I love that I get to be with my little sister again. It has been almost four years since I've lived with her. (She isn't sure her plans yet, so its all tentative...but I've made her just promise to tell me she will, so I can handle the change better, haha.)
Now that I'm (finally) a licensed cosmetologist I have to take the freaky next step--start a career. Oh my. If I didn't have doubts about myself before...oh my.