Packing is a pain. You kind of learn a lot about yourself through it though. I have been learning what is valuable and what is not. What I feel the strong need to keep and what I don't need anymore. I have so far decided that 12 sweatshirts are probably not necessary. So I am trying to condense my two years in Lakeland to a small amount of stuff and it is somewhat difficult. I am so ready to leave here and go home but I am also freaking out a little. What if home is not good either? What if it is me? You can't escape yourself and I am not sure what to do about that.
I will go resign from my current job tomorrow. That means packing up more crap. Have to pack up my classroom and get all the boxes to my apartment. It's a pain when you don't really know anyone to help you get your crap. At least at home I have people to help me unpack.
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A twenty-six year old single girl trying to make it on her ownn. Some of the post are about teaching while most are about random inane things having to do with my quarter-life crisis.
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i decided that the next time I have to move my classroom out of the building, I am hiring movers. There is NO way, I'm trying to tote all of that stuff home when I live on the second floor! The last time I moved apts, I found that it was worth EVERY SiNGLE PENNY!
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