I am caught in a flurry of activity these past weeks and I’m starting to feel utterly exhausted. I’ve finally recovered from my hellish weekend at the restaurant (my only thoughts for a few days went something like: People Stupid. Hate World) and am now in the process of trying to do a million things at once.

The JA class I taught yesterday was surprisingly enjoyable. After bitching and moaning and wanting to back out for three days, I went and spent a great morning at an inner-city school with some very bright and funny fourth graders. I will definitely volunteer for them again in the future. Last night I picked up a shift at the restaurant and had a wonderfully relaxing and profitable night. We were pretty steady, I had great diners that I really enjoyed talking with, and averaged 25-30% all night. Can’t beat nights like that.

I’ve also decided to take the apartment in Lakewood. I’m feeling a mixture of excitement and terror these days that has me alternately bouncing around in a state of euphoria one minute and doubled over with nausea and doubt the next. There’s so much that needs to be done, so much that must be paid for, and so much that I’m not sure of. I just hope everything works out for the best.

Between the living situation, the school situation, the money situation, the wedding situation, the vacation situation…well, it’s a lot to deal with. Baby steps, right? Tonight I plan on dedicating three hours to moving crap. That includes packing up the easy stuff that I know I’m keeping (books), packing up and transporting the stuff that I’m giving to friends (Halloween decorations, Christmas decorations), filling my car with donations to charitable causes (toaster oven, mismatched dishes, George Foreman grill rendered useless by a vegan diet), and trying not to have a breakdown. After that, well, I plan on drinking a beer. Just ONE beer. I’m trying not to spend money as evidenced by the fact that I have yet to buy the Weezer cd that was released on Tuesday…a miracle in itself.

I am feeling a bit of sadness at finally, officially leaving my house/haven/sanctuary/home. It’s really going to be tough. I got choked up while walking the beagles last night. I really hope I’ve made the right decision.

I’m alternately making phone calls about financial aid matters and moving matters. I finally called S’s mother today (haven’t talked to her in a year, I knew it would be weird) to talk to her about moving and having all of their things in the garage and the house moved as soon as possible. I only spoke with her for a second as she was busy at work but she said that she’ll call me back later today. I hope that goes well. I have to break the news to my landlord as well. Let me tell you how much I am not looking forward to that one. I’m such a sissy.

I will now be sneaking away from my desk yet again. Need to run to the school to pay my deposit for admission. WHOO! Can’t believe I’m actually going to GO!!