packing away

There's something soothing about listening to jazzy music (namely Norah Jones - and don't ask me how I got there, it's a long story) while packing stuff into boxes.

I think I can say I've been pretty irresponsible with what I should have been doing for the past week, and that's not just because it's finals week. It's because I've been a lazy bum. Maybe it's doing good for me, maybe not.

I haven't been thinking about anything, which is new for me. Usually something has to be turning the cogs for me to feel normal, but I have had a blank mind, to the extent that I feel guilty for not thinking about God or what my responsibilities are. Life's still good though.

I'm moving out of my dorm tomorrow, and it seems like yesterday I was frantically unpacking at 9 am so that I could go out and hang with Adam - before I knew all of these punks who I spend a lot of my time with now. A lot has changed since then, much for the better, maybe some for the worse.

1) I've gotten prouder, and maybe humbler (hopefully, but I can't say that without being proud, so I guess not).
2) I've drawn nearer to a church community.
3) I've had a real rock-and-roll of a ride with God this past year.
4) I feel like I'm more mature. (No, seriously. Even if you don't believe it.)