Well, I have returned to a somewhat normal schedule. Spring break came and NFB had to get away, he spent the week in Florida..wishes he was still there but realizes that it was time to come back and finish the last lap of what they call higher education.
Coming down to the wire here folks, and I have never been busier. Unfortunately NFB has this innate desire to please people (hahaha) and sometimes bites off a little more than he can chew. This is going to be a busy week, so don’t expect any more updates from me (not that you would have anyway at the rate things are going).
I am in the middle of my summer internship search. Looking forward to finding where I will be working for no pay for two months. New York City is 78 days away! (For those of you that don’t know, I am going to NYC this summer, leaving June 8, returning whenever). I will be sure to let you know as soon as I find out where I’ll be employed 
The notion that I will soon be moving somewhere and beginning what they call a career has got me thinking about all the stuff I own, or have acquired, during the few years I have been on this earth. More importantly, it has got me thinking about what a bitch it’s going to be to pack everything up and haul it across the country. My big “plan” with this transition in my life has always been to move somewhere where I know few or no people, so that I can in some way, “reinvent” myself. (You’ve heard this before). I’m starting to wonder if that will be possible if tagging along in a trailer behind me is all the junk that I had in my previous self. Granted, it shouldn’t be the things we own that define us (that was for you, mother), but for myself they can be.
Sure, there’s plenty I will trash. The 3 years of cable, internet, and electric bills I have stuffed in a folder that I for some reason feel the need to hold onto. Or along the same lines, every single credit card statement I have received since I got my first credit card 4 years ago. (Why am I keeping this stuff, nonsense!!!) The books I’ve read shall be given to someone else. The clothes I’ve worn shall be donated to charity. (If I am going to reinvent myself, I will be needing a new wardrobe, or else I might as well forget it. Lookout Ralph Lauren!!!)
I am contemplating buying 3 or 4 totes and telling myself that I am only taking with me what I can fit inside. That was not an invitation to hold me accountable to this, merely a moment of me thinking out loud.
Well, I have pretty much rambled on here with no real point or reason. Other than the fact I needed a break from homework. It might be a late night.
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Authors Note: After rereading this post, I realized what an abrupt ending it came to, I’ll admit I took a break from writing and went to RalphLauren.com haha, so I had somewhat lost my train of thought and believed that I had said enough. Sorry.
