I'm Moving Out

I have just about two months left until I am completely done with law school.  Having decided not to walk at graduation, I have two whole weeks less of law school remaining than I was initially anticipating.  With just one, actual, sit-down final on April 25th, and two take home exams, one of which I will have TWO weeks prior to the beginning of finals, I should be able to get my act together enough to go home before the first of May.  Not being a procrastinator, I have vowed to myself to get as much of my packing out of the way as possible before my parents have to come and help with all the furniture. 

I spent several hours yesterday, putting all my wine, martini, tea, and general use glasses in a box.  I also filled a suitcase with nearly all of the things on/filling my desk.  I still plan to get several more things together before Thursday when I leave to go home again.  At this point in the semester, there are few trips home remaining so I have to make each trip count.  It's probably very boring to hear about all the things I still have left to pack, but it is really exciting to me.  I haven't lived in the same place for an extended period of time since I started college, back in 2004.  It's hard to believe that, after the end of April, I will live permanently in one place.  Well, perhaps not permanently in one house, but I will move back to the general area where I plan to be for most of the rest of my life.  No more of the two weeks here, four days there, school breaks here stuff that I've had to put up with for the past seven years.  After April, I will live at home, in Virginia, and never miss important things again.  I will always be there to help out, to celebrate successes, to go shopping, to make all the important events.  And that, to me, is priceless.  Who cares if I'm missing graduation?  I'm getting two more weeks of being back home with the people I love the most in the world.

Thursday is also my birthday.  It's hard to believe that I'll be 25.  Andy is threatening me with the sombrero at the Mexican place where my family goes to eat every Saturday night.  I told him I would beat him if he did that to me.  Besides, Saturday isn't my birthday.  My sister's mother-in-law is also coming.  She is the kind of crazy Baptist that frowns on drinking.  I think that, for one of my most special birthday presents, I will indulge in a jumbo margarita and a little Baptist-tormenting.  Debbie is okay, I guess, but a little intolerant.  Her whole family is pretty intolerant.  My family is Catholic and my mother, in particular, takes great offense to their attitude.  Sometimes it makes for a pretty amusing time but, most of the time, its really just obnoxious as Kyle's family sits there, smug in their supposed religious superiority.  As a result, I think I must have a margarita.  I really only have a margarita about once a year (pretty much exclusively on my birthday), but Debbie doesn't need to know that.