Moving Home

My landlady in Charlottesville was generous enough to allow us two extra weeks past our lease conclusion so we could stay for my housemate Sarah's wedding. Once the wedding was over, I headed out the next morning, packing quickly and returning home permanently for the first time in four years.

Thankfully, sentiment didn't strike overwhelmingly on this landmark occasion and I was able to leave Charlottesville with a sense of peace and joy. We're not entirely sure how long it will take for the truth to strike me or whether it's the case that the slow transition out of Cville this past semester was sufficient closure.

My next project, which I have already begun, is organizing all of my belongings and treating my room here as my primary and only residence as opposed to secondary. What on earth am I going to do with my second toothbrush, double set of pillows, on and on...?