Pembroke, Farewell

This is the very last of it. For three years I have lived under this roof experiencing new life as a freshman, enduring new hardships as a sophomore and RA, and slowly burning out as a junior and RA. Walking the halls when nobody else is here brings back great memories but at the same time, sad. We didn't realize what we had when we had it. It was great, but these walls also speak of change. Year by year new faces come and old faces leave. Next year no one here will know who I am. I will be a stranger when I walk through the doors, trespassing on their turf. And each year gets faster. When I was younger I used to immagine what life today would be like, and now that it's here, it's gone just as fast.

My last night in Pembroke. My last journal from this desk in this room in Pembroke. So much was said here. I feel like I'm graduating.

The move has been rough though, a good deal harder than what I initially though. I woke up this morning at nine, and 16 hours later, I'm not quite done yet. It's been steady work, taking order to chaos and back to order again. It's like I'm moving in and out at the same time. First off I took my decorations over to the apartment and set them up. This way I could get a good idea as to where I wanted what. Then I moved stuff I knew I couldn't fit in the apartment over to the house. I took my car there with some lamps and such and then came back with Stuffy's 4-runner and moved my fridge, my futon and matress, my tree, and my night stand over to the house.

It was here where I caught myself. I've always been a small guy. I've always been told that I was too small or too young to do certain things. Well, in response to that I started working harder and taking on tasks much larger than myself to say that just because I'm small in size doesn't mean that I can't equal what other people can do. I was moving huge stuff by myself. When I got the fridge all the way down to the car from the third floor, I cut my hand open on it. That's when I realized how rediculous I was. What am I trying to prove now? I'm not that small anymore.

Well anyways, I got that over to the house and then started moving more and more stuff to the apartment. I didn't realize how much crap I actually own. My room is still pretty covered and I don't know what all to do with this stuff. I also had to go to Walmart to pick up some essentials. Those essentials ended up being way more expensive than I had planned. I'm getting nervous about my money again. Oh well, I'm about to start my new job.

Okay... here it is... The last time I shall go to bed in Pembroke Hall. The last time I shall close my journal in Pembroke Hall... The last time I shall, in Pembroke Hall, say "Peace and love".