I Feel It All

I REALLY LIKE FEIST.

And I always spell her name wrong the first time I type it, like "Fiest," because I want to type "Fiesta." She is kind of like a party in my ears when I listen to her. She is currently providing me with some pretty chill music for 10:45 on a Sunday night when I am feeling all freshly showered and happy because my laundry is in the dryer, and my favorite cardigan is drying. Oh how I have missed it for the past couple of days. But I refused to get it out of the dirty laundry even though I have been known to do that.

So hey, I'm all done with my classes for my freshman year of college. It feels kind of weird, like it hasn't been a full school year. Which I guess it hasn't been, at least not compared to high school... but it's also just a completely different time-frame-feeling with living here and all.

It's weird to think that in a week and several days I will be moved out of this room that I have grown to love. It really doesn't feel like I've been here for 8 months, and that I will never live in this room again. I know it isn't really a big deal; people move, people get different dorm rooms every year. But it's weird. This is home, and it'll be weird to leave this "home" for  4 months and then come back and be living somewhere else. I dunno. It's just especially weird because it's the first year, probably.

Also, 46 days until I leave for Stratford-upon-Avon. Just sayin'.