Carry on, young friends

So, as it always seems to happen, my life got busy and my blog got pushed to the side. I've lived in Orlando for a little over a week and it seems like a lifetime. Seriously. It feels like I haven't been home in months. I'm not homesick necessarily, it just feels weird. Never the less, I am settled in and it is time to start chronicling my life again.

School has started. Yikes. It's hard. Not hard. Rather, time consuming. I spend a lot more time studying than I have ever had to do (except college Macro Economics but I shudder just thinking about it, so let's not). I'm at a big girl school so I suppose it comes with the territory. It also probably didn't help anything that I spent the last year virtually homework free. I think I went soft.

All in all, I'm doing well. I've started my job and am loving it so far. I have not met one person I didn't like and it seems to be a small, tight-knit group which I revel in. I enjoy working in the Transfer and Transition Services Office because we are a sort of underdog that never gets credit. We serve a huge amount of UCF's 50,000 students and we do things no other office will do. I see everyone's eyes glimmer when they talk about so-and-so thinking about expanding our budget and whats-his-face finally taking notice of them. It's a very cool thing, and I'm glad to be a part of it.

My apartment is starting to really be home. It's cute, it's decorated, and it's clean. What more could I ask? I love my new roomie and have met her friends which are cool as well. Pretty much, I'm settling into this new college life and it's going pretty well so far. I'm working hard, but finding a little time for fun too. I'll keep you updated.

Goodnight, all.

I looked down my street today as I walked to my car. Something about the dark clouds and the vibrant greens of the trees was shocking. It was so saturated and deep. I stared down the street just as I have been for the last 16 years and for the first time in a long time I had to stop and admire the beauty of it. Hmph...weird.

Is It Time Yet? Oh It Is? Let's Slow Down A Little

In less than one hour it will be official: I move to Orlando in a week. If you've come into contact with me in the last several months you already know this since it's almost all I think/talk/dream/write/Facebook about anymore. I am so overly pumped to start this chapter of my life I cannot stand it. The best friend and I have been shopping, planning, and virtually designing our rooms for months. It almost doesn't seem real. The only things to keep me in reality are the constant calls from Cheryl about something we need for our apartment and the ever-present boxes stacked tall and wide in my bedroom.

I've made it no secret, this summer, that I detest Bradenton. I don't enjoy the heat. The beach is ehhh. The majority of the people here are simply people I wish I could never associate with. I don't like it here. But on the other side, I have my little secret. I love being home. While everything I just said was true, I cannot get over how much I love being with my family. Hanging out with my sister and brother is one of my all time favorite things to do. And before you even think it, it's not sad or pathetic at all. At one point I thought it was a little nerdy that I voluntarily spend as much time with my siblings as possible. But then I realized that the times when I laugh/cry the most often is with them. And, any way I can get to that euphoria could never be labeled pathetic. Few people know that level of happiness in their lifetime, let alone three times in an afternoon.

Spending the day with my mom, be it lunch or cleaning or shopping for things we can't buy, reminds me that friends don't necessarily have to be your age. I missed her a lot when I was in New York. Having Linda up there was like having a second mom, for sure. But I still missed my mommy. It's going to be hard not to have her a three minute drive away again.

And my Dad...our quiet Sunday mornings eating cinnamon rolls (Hopefully the orange kind, of course. Right Dad?) in the living room in our pajamas is a tradition that has truly proven itself over the years. While it used to include the whole family, it has dwindled down to kind of be "our thing" in my opinion. While I'm not up earlier than him anymore to make them myself, it's still something I can look forward to every Sunday I'm home. I tried doing it in New York and it just wasn't the same.

Pair that with my honorary sibling, Katy Jo that I've gotten to spend time with lately and you have one happy Kay. While I'm still bursting with excitement for Orlando there's that voice again that reminds me that behind my smile I will always have an ache in my heart for when I was last with my family. My last Wii night for a while. The last time I walked into my brother's room to yell, "SHUT YO FACE" and ended up staying for an hour. The last time my sister and I sang show tunes and one of us did something so stupid we couldn't stop laughing for half an hour. You get the gist...

All in all I'm counting down the days (soon I'll start counting hours hehe). I know this is the natural feeling because I've felt it so many times since graduating high school. Sigh...maybe someday I will be able to post other things besides silly poetry written by an emotional girl and ramblings about moving. I think it will help that after this next move I don't plan on moving again for a few years. We'll see how that goes! ;)

P.S. Congrats for reading all the way down here. I know it must get boring.

P.P.S. This is my 100th post! Yay me!