I officially move into my apartment in 10 days! I'm trying not to think too much about it because the anticipation would literally kill me. I've been homeless all summer, so it'll be nice to finally have my very own home. I've been obsessively buying things for the new place, which is not boding well to the already overpacked bedroom I'm staying in.
I also finally got to buy the book The Time Travelers Wife. I've been hunting for this damn book for almost a month and it has been sold out everywhere. I looked around San Marcos, Austin, Houston... nothing. I got Target's last copy and I'm going to start tomorrow at work.
For some reason the last few weeks I have shed my normally frugal spending and let myself buy all of the things that I've wanted. I'm not sure this has been a good time to make this revelation as I have 2 months of rent due within 8 days of one another and I took a pretty big pay cut switching jobs. But sometimes I just want to let all of the worrying and saving and obsessing go and just know that it'll all work out. In the long run the money isn't what matters, and maybe the obsessing is going to be the death of me. I've found myself blasting the Texas country music in my car, soaking up the Texas sun, and living like a normal college student, not a 20-year-old who grew up too fast and worries too much. Lately, I've just wanted to be. And I'm enjoying it.
This new revelation probably won't last long. But for right now, I'm just happy.
Until next time, I'll be happily waiting in anticipation.