It’s been roughly 81 hours since I signed my lease in Johnson City and I have interacted with absolutely no one.
Okay, that’s an exaggeration. There was a girl at the photo center at the drug store, but it was really shallow, “I’m from Nashville,” “Oh cool, I’m from Clarksville,” type stuff. There was also a guy in the apartment parking lot who waved at me, and then a girl who asked if I was using both of the dryers in the laundry center today. But I haven’t had a real conversation with a tangible person since Tuesday, and that person was my mom. Now, I know I’m a fairly introverted person, but this is almost too much for me. I didn’t even talk until 9pm today. I’ve never gone 12 hours without speaking.
I do have to say that I’ve enjoyed having time to get my apartment in shape. Every clothing item is perfectly folded or hung and it’s all organized and the bathroom is slowly becoming the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. My kitchen hasn’t exactly found it’s groove yet, but it looks good and the flow of where things need to be will come with more use, and my little living room, if I get rid of the mountain of cardboard, it would look fantastic!
I honestly don’t think this has hit me yet. I feel like I’m on a vacation and I’ll just head home in a couple of weeks. I keep expecting my mom or sister to walk in the door at any moment and I just can’t grasp the idea that I’m here, five hours away from home, and alone. It’s all the freedom I’ve ever wanted, but it’s hard to accept.
Reading books and watching movies on laptops is fun, but I’m ready to find a job or start school. I need something more than bumming around my apartment.
Also, I have no idea what my thoughts and emotions are about being here and being alone. So I feel like I’m cutting this short and it’s an abrupt ending, but I’d really like to get back to reading Looking for Alaska by John Green. It’s a bit more entertaining than writing about my boring life.
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