Welp, I'm getting ready to move tomorrow up to Laramie. I've got most of my stuff ready to go. Truth is, there isn't much that I have and the stuff that I do have is already packed up in a way from the last move. The big things left are pretty much my desk, which I might get something new anyway, so I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it, my futon, which I'll get when I find a place and my furniture, which Chris is going to keep. That's all. Just little stuff you know.
It's sort of exciting starting a new chapter and at the same time I'm sort of nervous. But one thing's for sure, I'll be with Laura. :)
That reminds me of a saying that one of my group members said about this big, important project back in school that we were working on and stressing out about:
"I'm not sure why we're stressing over this. Everything will work out in the end anyway, it always does."
I don't know, that somehow stuck to my head and I think for the most part it's true. It's weird how much we worry for nothing sometimes. I know everyone's had one of those experiences before.
One thing I HATE worrying about is getting a paycheck from CSU. Today was pay day, but alas, it hasn't gone into my checking yet. I got worried so I wrote an e-mail out, but I won't probably get a response until Monday. The thing is, I'm sure I'll get the money, so I'm not worried about that...so what am I worried about? I don't know. I just want things to work sometimes.
I caught a glimpse of the movie "Alive" today, like the last 20-30 minutes. I would have liked to have seen the entire movie, but anyway. The show right after was about the incident. I didn't know it was a group of people and that they survived for 72 days! That's crazy. And then I was thinking about one moment in the movie/incident. They interviewed one of the survivors and he said the most emotional part of the experience was when they were sitting in the airplane and they heard the faint noise of the helicopter.
Okay, I'm weird, but I was thinking to myself, what that feeling would be. You know...you've been in the middle of the mountains in the cold, no food (well, yeah, you know what I mean), the search for them has stopped after 8 days (but they don't know that obviously) for 72 days...they all probably lost hope, faith, whatever you want to call it and they are ready to die. And then out of nowhere a helicopter appears to rescue you. That moment of relief where you say to yourself, we're saved!...I want to know how that feels like.
That was a long rant about nothing. And of course a lot of the survivors were like, we prayed, we had faith in God, yadda, yadda. Call it what you guys want, but you guys got lucky! Plain and simple, lol.
Anyway, I'm going to wrap up my moving stuff. Here's to good things in the future!
P.S. I'll call you TJ, soon!
