Tacky Walls and Junk Drawers

So last night I realized that my sub-leaser for the summer was moving in on Tuesday. That would now be tomorrow. Then I realized that she was in fact NOT moving in off the street and she would actually have STUFF to put in here. In MY room. My LAST college room. EVER.

And suddenly I liked the fact...
*that nothing in my room matches
*that I have my name tackily written out with polka-dot ribbons and pictures on the wall above my bed (ok, FUTON)
*that I have as much plastic furniture as I do wood furniture
*that I have a lamp on my dresser that hasn't worked since August because I got the bottom of a lightbulb stuck in it and I'm too scared to get it out
*that The Preacher's Wife and The Parent Trap (Lindsay Lohan version) have been played on this tv AT LEAST 30 times a piece this year....and BOTH of them last night
*that I STILL have dishes sitting beside my bed from my late-night cereal cravings
*that my suitcase was still sitting stuffed in the bottom of my closet where it has been since August because I was too lazy to put the empty thing back in my car to save space
*that I successfully started and grew my "junk draw" in the top left drawer of my desk as with every other room or space I've ever occupied (and that I have now waited until everything else was packed to go through it)
*and that I have left my mark on this apt. with a multitude of tiny holes in the walls where my push-pins once held up my memories

And then, 2 hours later, it was all gone. Packed in boxes. Stuffed in my car. And ready to go to the next space I will call home. It's funny...you're faced with the impossible--packing up the last 4 years of your life and convincing your heart to move on--and it takes just 2 hours.

So it's official. Exactly 6 days from now I will leave Carolina--the place that changed my blood to blue--and no longer call this town my home. I'll venture off to a new life, in a new state, with new friends (and a new Starbucks) and put up my tacky decorations on a new set of walls.
My gas tank is full and Christy is waiting in the CD player. Watch out world, here I come.
Well, after I get my brake-light fixed.