it is done

This working girl will work no more. {insert the most ginormous sigh of relief you can possibly muster!} Gah, I didn't hate my jobs, and in fact I'm a little sad to be leaving them, but then again . . . maybe not. Maybe I'm at the utmost of sheer elation at the prospect of never, NEVER again having to truck off at ten every night to clean other people's stupid messes. And maybe I'm thrilled that my sleeping schedule, and eating schedule and my social schedule (pssht, like i have a social schedule) won't be totally thrown out the window. The final countdown was admittedly rather painful, but I pep-talked myself through it (rachel, just 3 1/2 more hours, just make it past the next 2 hours, 30 minutes left, 11 minutes dear, pull through etc.) And maybe I'm throwing myself a major party to celebrate how purged I feel at this moment!

And maybe, well no, let's just be honest here, I was dying today as I kept bumping into people and we kept talking about Paris, and "oh - have a pheomenal time" (though i'm thinking that's inevitable and unavoidable at this point) and the whole time I kept thinking about the fact that I'm not there. It drives me nutso. At this point I just think to myself, why the heck am I not there hmmm?

It's so funny because as today was the first day of school it had this {slightly stale} sense of new beginnings in the air, and all I could feel was the crumbling sensation of endings, terminations specifically, and two to be exact. I no longer work at the bookstore, but what a day to go out on. It was packed to the gills with this strange amalgamation of young people struggling to find books, and bumping into old acquaintances, and loads of freshman who are not only absolutely clueless {admit it, we all were} but are also absolutely resolute in making it widely known.

I'm getting on a plane tomorrow and flying away from here and the summer that was. Oh this summer, what an adventure it has been. I guess I kinda get a summer extension, which I will spend in California getting ready to depart.