My going away party was everything! This morning’s headache was a continuous reminder of how real the turn up was. I woke up tipsy and felt like I had been run over by a U-Haul. This is definitely not what Beyoncé meant when she sang, “I woke up like this”. In addition, I couldn’t decipher whether my legs felt so sore because of all the twerking or because my action figure decided he wanted to be an acrobat the other night. Either way, I need to get my life!
In the midst of me trying to verbally convince the room to stop spinning, I realized I only had fifteen minutes before the charity truck would arrive. At this point, I was nowhere near ready to re-enter the realms of civilization. However, it was my mistake to schedule an early morning furniture pick up for the day after my going away party. That charitable deduction is going to be love during tax season though! After the truck carried away my couches and all the memories that were made on them, I sat in my empty one bedroom apartment alone. As I began to scroll through my phone to review the evidence of last night’s shenanigans, I got a tad bit emotional. Tears rolled down my face as I thought about how this could be the last time I would see some of my friends. Luckily my moment of sadness was interrupted by my hunger pangs. To ensure that I would be able to fit into my party attire, I’ve been on an air and water diet this whole week. The lack of nourishment was well worth it because I thoroughly slayed my Instagram posts!
Needless to say as we begin to inch closer to my moving date, I’m starting to feel some type of way. As much as I’m going to miss all of my friends and family, I can’t ignore the fact that I want more than the Midwest has to offer right now. Hopefully, I’ll find what I’m looking for in Atlanta because sometimes I feel like there’s nothing left for me here.
“When you’re the most happening person at the party, it’s time to leave” ~Kelly Cutrone
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