Home to Home

This is the last night that I work as an RA ever. I don't know quite how to feel about it. It's surreal, but the job has changed so much that I must admit that I won't miss it at all. What I will miss are the memories of better days. I suppose now I could become an activist in making things right and restoring the institution to healthy and employee supportive status, but I'm being stereotypical. I'm a college student. College students feel passionate about things and they think they can change the world with their ideas. I don't know if it will work or not, but I will feel better if I at least try.

Tonight also marks another occasion. It will be the first time in three years where "going home" doesn't mean going back to my campus quarters. "Going home" will mean going to the house where all of my things now reside.

As for the move-in process, it's going to take a long long time. My entertainment center was trashed by the university (go fig) and the guys that will be moving out haven't finished yet so I can't completely unpack. I have, therefore, named the room in which I now reside "limbo" as it is consistantly used for people to stay in that are between transitions.

I sleep well in Limbo though. My bed is nice, I have a tree outside the window, and it just feels comfortable like a home should.

I'm going to spend the next 30 minutes closing up shop. Goodbye RA, hello home, Peac and love.