and now the perpetual weeping begins
I didn't go to sleep last night in order to finish packing for the move. I got started around midnight and couldn't stop myself because I was on such a roll. And since I'm a creepy loner who can't write research papers or pack properly during broad daylight, I actually finished the majority of the packing by 8am and took a shower after it all. I was slick with sweat by the time I finished moseying back and forth from my car.
I guess that's the one thing I will not be missing--80-something degree weather before noon... But I tend to romanticize things that needn't be romanticized, and later, I'll probably drone on about how much I miss the quaint little town of College Station *gag*
I know this, and every Texan knows this: this +100`F weather is not something to miss. It is probably something that I have learned to avoid from now on for the rest of my life as long as I can help it. Texas heat is no fucking joke. Despite this well-known fact, I will find ways to sentimentally look back on how my steering wheel used to scald my palms everyday after school or how I really miss overhearing ignorant hicks talk about how being gay is a choice while my sweat pools down the small of my back while looking for my car in a huge, endless, steaming-hot Wal-Mart lot.
The weird thing is that I have such an exciting next 2 weeks ahead of me--I'll see the Grand Canyon, visit the San Diego Zoo and Monterrey Bay Aquarium, and finally settle in the Bay Area and go 'sploring with A until he leaves me on July 7th for Dallas again. Yet all I can think about is how much I'll miss family and friends, and how much work grad school will be for the next 2, 3 years. I am aware that I am being ungrateful for this wonderful opportunity to travel and not kicking ass at life, but I can't help but keep mourning the end of my life that my parents have made for me in Texas. I sure as shit better get over my weepies before getting to Flagstaff, because I don't want this trip's possibilities get punctured and obliterated by my whiny homesickness. Who knows when I'll get to go on a road trip like this again?
