a moment of emo

As I was cleaning my bathroom tonight, I thought to myself, "I just cleaned my bathroom for an hour on a Friday night. Should I be sad about this?"

While people are out being jolly eating, chillin, camping, etc, I am at home a week from moving out from Cville scrubbing tiles with a toothbrush. Not that this is a bad thing, I feel good having things cleaned but I guess I was expecting to be meeting up with people and making new memories. It's also extra sad because my faithful roommate and wife left yesterday for Boston. It's a funny feeling, realizing that things and people go on whether or not you are present for it. It's quite humbling, actually.

Starting tomorrow, I'm going to make the most of my time left here! No more wallowing in self-pity mode. Don't be surprised if you get a random phone call from me ;)