Home, home, and home

I'm home from college........

I don't think I like being back home.

None of my stuff is kept right, my posters are ripped from my cats getting them, things are everywhere. I just can't take it. I thought children's rooms are suppossed to be worshipped and adored when they left. Well, not mine.

So I'm going through my stuff, selling some of it, giving away some of it, and packing the rest of it in boxes and putting it in my closet.

I also have to get ready to go to California, where I'll be then going to Japan. And my boyfriend leaves for France in three days...he goes to Japan after I go Japan, so I won't get to see him for three months, when I pick him up from the airport before we both go off to school.

I have to stop thinking about it...