About a week ago I greeted the Whispering Canyon Cafe again. Except I didn't go with Paige, I went with my adopted American family - her family.
Once again the bottomless milkshakes were a hit.
The constant goodbyes are the worst. Paige desserted me after a final 5am hug on the Chatterson corner (named because it's the place where our housing complexes met - Chatham and Patterson).
And now? Now I have to move again. Well, not right now. In three days I have to do the whole taking my stuff out of the place I've been living and move it into the place I will be living thing. It could take ALL DAY! Mum, before you ask, I have exactly no idea of which apartment or even housing complex I'll be moving to and I won't know until Sunday.
Other life parts keep repeating on me too, like the salads I toss at work and the Kit Kats from the work vending machines that somehow (some might say miraculously, but my waistline disagrees) appear in my hands. There's also the One Tree Hill that continues to play itself on my roomie's Netflix account. I'm definitely not the one who doesn't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately.
I probably haven't been repeating this blogging thing as much as I should, but here I am doing it again while inhaling dry Cheerios directly from the box. You're welcome, by the way.
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