Moving... AGAIN

I'm getting so tired of moving. Finally, this weekend we are getting to move into the new place - we're closing on the house today. At last, this ordeal will finally be over with and I won't have to think about it any more... at least not until December when I move in with my friend Morgan to her apartment. (It was such great timing for her roomie to want to move out!) Anywho, I am going to stay with my aunt another week and maybe try to help her pack up a few things before I leave. She'll be moving at the end of October, and she has got a lot of stuff.

I'm so excited for Doug, who just got into mandate school - he starts Tuesday - and we are about to celebrate our four year anniversary. I can't believe it has been four years! It just doesn't seem like it has been that long, but then again, it seems like it has been longer. I mean, we were together basically the whole time I was in college. Every day I find it difficult to believe how old I am, and yet how young I am. I'm one of the youngest students in my grad classes, and also one of the youngest employees at work, save a girl who's one year younger. I think the only reason I feel young is because of the people I am constantly around are much older than me.

The other day when I was shopping, I picked up some things that looked kind of "young." Not necessarily that they were high-school-ish - not as if it was something that shouted "daddy's little girl" or "flirt" or "brat" - but I guess I just feel like I have outgrown some styles that may be too childish for me. It is probably because, as I get older, my body is trying more and more to rebel against my hourglass shape and turn it into something more pear-like. Ugh, treadmill here I come. I just hate it because there are a lot of things I like that I am slowly having to give up. Or at least I feel like I have to for the sake of maturity. But I will never give up video games. All my friends think I am such a dork for that. Of course all my guy friends think that's the hottest thing ever. LOL.

Note to Self: Sacrificing fun for the sake of maturity makes you cranky. And that in itself makes you look like the biggest baby of all. Instead, find people who are more immature than you and say "well, at least I'm not like that..."