Less stress?

Ahhh. This week in class is a waiting week so I don't have anything to do for it. So now I get to pack all my stuff up. And work on my resume (does anyone know how to insert letter accents on blogger? hmmm). And make final decisions about wedding plans. One thing is off my plate for the next few days, though, so I feel a little better.

I don't quite know when I'm officially moving my junk outof my apartment, but it still has to be done. It's so weird packing this time. My stuff will only be packed for a month, month and a half, before I move it into wherever Ray and I decide to live, and it's hard deciding what I can live without for that long (or short) period of time. I'm such a packrat and I think that if I don't have one little thing the world will end. My art supplies that I don't use that much here? What if some random art project comes up? What about all those knick-knacks from foreign countries on my bookshelf? They might get lonely in a box! And of course I still need my old class notes... for reference, duh! (Okay, I've actually used those once this summer already...)

But this apartment actually felt like home. I decorated walls, got crafty, even. I was settled for more than nine months and the change is... I don't know. I guess it's combined with knowing I'll never be in Athens again. One month, it's over. I was sitting outside at Starbucks downtown the other evening with a friend and we talked about how we're still sorta planning on going to classes in the fall, because it's what we're used to. So much change, good changes, but it's one of those times when you wish you'd made a point to do more big things, remember more little things. (Not) studying in a friend's dorm, walking through a secret path to get to class, the kind of things that seemed necessary and mundane but really made college a special time. I just want to take the environment with me. There were moments that I thought, this is how I'm going to remember UGA, but there should have been more remembering instead of taking it for granted.

But anyway, good times. I also wish I'd had a digital camera. And still want one. I don't have anything to take pictures with once I'm married. How are we going to record my (most likely hilarious/life-threatening) first time kayaking on the honeymoon? Or Ray's boredom at Biltmore?

On a high note, I got an email from the store where I bought my wedding dress... they said it should come in next week... so exciting!