migblog

before you do anything else, read sam's novel if you're into "high fantasy" fiction. i guarantee you'll like it if you're even a semblance of a lotr or final fantasy freak. but now, onto more pensive thoughts.

it really does only feel as if a few weeks ago i moved in to room twelve, but now that i'm packing things up and cleaning the almost-empty space, i only fully realize that in less than a year, things can change so much, so fast, and so dramatically. i won't recap; you can pretty much just read my archives for that, but i think you can imagine just how much can happen in a few month's time, given certain circumstances and characters in your life that you can't possibly escape.

box number one has nothing much but clothes. and maybe even more clothes, so we won't even go into any more details with that.
box number two has -- wait for it -- even more clothes.
box number three has books and scholastica from my first academic year at cal. imagine me pulling of a nice gpa with that box.
box number four is a bit different. it has what you might call "personal effects" -- photos, keepsakes, memorabilia. a souvenir box, per se, of the past year.
two bags of junk, and a bag of sweaters.
three luggage-size bags, two of which i'm taking back to anaheim tomorrow morning.

there won't be any more alias-watching parties in room seven, nor bugging room four to let us watch the simpsons, room five raves, raiding the kitchen for cereal at two in the morning after watching a movie and analyzing it as if it were a literary work, nor surrogate misha nights. the laundry room is going to be different, the bathroom is different, the living space is different. no house meetings, no social chairs, no designated study breaks. no more charlie or bety or nancy, no more mail slot, no more random bits of piano playing at eccentric times in the afternoon. in short, no more th.

i wouldn't exactly call it the end of a chapter, not even the beginning of a new one, but more like a page turn or a dogear in this crazy thing we're all writing together. you don't quite know it, but we're all amazing improv artists, and we're living each day just winging how we live. (although, of course, we like to often think that we have some form of control of the matter, as if we're following a script or something like that.)

i'm going to miss communal living. but then again, i have a feeling that this new place won't be so bad.

posted by Open Source Food @ 12:21 PM