i wish i could sum up the last year and three months in just a few words but i can’t.

tonight will most likely mark the last night that i sleep at the first place i’ve had since moving out of san diego. tomorrow, everything changes.

new year. new major. new house. new ways to do things (such as shop for groceries… just walk down the street instead of riding my bike two miles with an empty backpack).

it’s been raining the past two days. i tried not to notice it as i was hanging out of my second story bedroom window, cleaning them for the first time in a year and three months. they weren’t too bad, surprisingly. the fear that i would fall to my death the day before i move was more exhilirating than anything. and i took a moment to survey the grounds where the mansion stands from that viewpoint. the way the trees bent away from the wind and rain, as if shying away from the gaze of an admirer…

new year. new major. new house.

[sigh] i think i just got three years older in a day. and that’s not really a bad thing.