So I guess I'm really moving, huh. After picking up free moving boxes and sifting through a miniscule amount of belongings, I actually felt it sink in. I proceeded to lay on my floor and listen to Josh Ritter for what might be an embarrassing amount of time, which I won't be specific about as to avoid ridicule. But after a good amount of self-pity, I let myself be happy about things to come rather than mope about what I'm leaving behind. Sometimes, all you need is a little self-deprecation to feel better again...
Some things are changing for the better, some will probably change for the worse. In preparation, I compiled a list of tradeoffs...
Peanut butter vs Nutella (OBVVVV)
Folk music vs Eurotechno
Flat sheets vs duvet covers
frozen yogurt vs gelato
caltrain vs U bahn
being surrounded by boys who smell like Dr. Brauners vs being surrounded by boys who smell like Axe
start up folk vs opera singers
taco stands vs falafel stands
road bike vs mountain bike
sedan vs MOPED?!?!?!?!!???!!!
