Today, I took the moving truck back to the rental place. I was really glad to be rid of it. Even though it was brand spanking new, it wasn't something I would want to drive ever again. I ended up turning it in a day early, but just couldn't handle the weight of liabilty that rested on my shoulders.
Another fun thing today: My parents rented a dumpster. A 20 foot long dumpster is now taking up residence in my driveway. Tomorrow begins the festival of dumping! Yes indeedy folks, I am the lucky winner who gets to rifle through 30 years of life lived and forgotten. (But first, tonight I need to shoot off all those bug bombs we got) It should be interesting, if not fun.
This next comment may come out all wrong, and I hope you don't get the wrong impression of me. Let me begin by giving you an idea of what my life has been like these last 3 years. While I worked from 8 to 5 Mon-Fri, my 2 roommates worked nights. So, when I got home from work, I had the place to myself. I could watch TV, read, cook, clean(snicker), chat on the phone, invite friends over..whatever. Most of the time, I either watched TV or read a book. We would usually plan a get together on Saturday night, but rarely attended any singles activities...
Sound anti-social? Maybe. I just lost interest in playing sand volleyball, or scripture chase scavenger hunts.
Now that I am 27, single, unemployed, and living in my parents basement(could it get any worse?!), I am seeing a lot more of my family than I am used to. Scratch that, I am seeing a lot more of PEOPLE in general than I am used to. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my family and missed them a whole big bunch when I lived in the Midwest, but it will definitely be a transition to go from who I was, to part of the family again.