August 6, 2002
1:57 p.m.

My life's in a transitional phase right now, and I don't like it very much. My apartment is a shell of its former self. All the brightly colored posters are taken down, all the toys are packed away. It just doesn't look like a place where I would live anymore. I wish I didn't have to move.

It's not that I don't like living with my mom, it's just hard to go back to that after being on your own for a year. Also, I hate my mom's old room, and it's exactly where I'll be residing indefinately. Most of all, I'm going to miss my friends here in Kent. I used to be able to stay out with them, but it's not going to be the same when I move 40 minutes away. Those bums probably won't even come visit me.

I suppose I should be looking on the bright side. There are many advantages to moving back home. First of all, I won't have to pay for anything but my car and car insurance. There will be no rent, cable, phone, or internet bills (hurray!). I'll be closer to the church and my best friend Susan. And I guess I'm not so far away that I can't hang out with my friends in Kent once in a while. This little move is nothing. What I really should be worrying about is what I'm going to do after December. Graduation is so scary that my mind had blocked it out in order to protect itself.

In a few weeks I'll have a very nice diversion from these momentary troubles. Mom and I are going on a road trip to Boston. Neither of us has been on vacation since I was 15. That was seven long years ago, so I'm really looking forward to this. It should be lots of fun.