___Monday I have a presentation due, a paper due and Passover Dinner at the church.
___Tuesday I’m cleaning the house all day and packing, as well as writing a paper for my humanities class on Amadeus.
___Wednesday I have classes from 9am until 9pm.
___Thursday my grandparents are arriving from the airport.
___Friday Stephen is arriving from the airport.
___Saturday I’m at the church all day for confirmation practice. Saturday night I’m getting confirmed.
___Sunday is Easter, and all visiting relatives are leaving that afternoon.
Next Monday I have class, Tuesday I’m off. Wednesday night I’m driving the first load of boxes up to VA—hopefully back by Saturday. Church on Sunday.
All that brings us to Monday the 20th, when my schedule starts to free up, just in time for finals week.
Tonight I had to inform just about the only people in the state of Florida that I really care about, that I’m moving at the end of the month. I’m not emotional about goodbyes. It’s not that I won’t miss the people I’m leaving behind—I’ll miss them tremendously—I’ve just done this often enough in my life that I’ve grown casual about the whole thing. Is that weird? I’m looking forward to going back to Virginia, I miss it a lot and it feels like home.
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