This is going to be short and pictureless (I haven't uploaded pictures to my computer in a while).
This weekend I went down to Vegas for my brother's wedding. I can't remember the name of the drive-in chapel, but it was a beautiful wedding. I'm a big fan of my sister-in-law. It was kind of an odd weekend. I spent all of last week looking forward to taking a break, then I was only gone three days, but it felt like I was gone for a really long time, and coming back felt a little weird. And it's kind of cruel. This weekend I kind of detached myself from this Brittany life. And now I have to come back, live another week in it, become re-attached and then leave. I felt ready to never come back after last weekend. But now I have to go through all the lasts: the last time I'll sleep in the same room as Meghan, the last time I'll go to church as a member of the 51st ward, the last final, the last time I'll shower in our moldy shower, even the last time I'll work with the same shift of people at work, and it's all a little painful. It's all very odd and hard to explain. I just want to fast forward a couple months and be settled. When the little nuts and bolts of life are disrupted it really throws me, more than big things. Right now I have a system. My socks go in a certain drawer, my sweatshirts on a certain shelf. All of my T-shirts are in the bottom drawer second from the right. I keep my tennis racquet in the center closet. Now I have to reorganize, re-sort, readjust and discard. It's the same with friends. I keep Meghan in the first bed on the left, and Lindsay in the right room in the bed on the right. I watch American Idol with Lindsay, or lay on her bed distracting her from homework. I keep Meghan up at night telling her about my day. Now I have to reorganize, re-sort, readjust and discard.
I just want to get it over with. Moving. It's like a final that you're done studying for. You know you haven't read all your notes, or made things right with people, but you just want to get the anxiety over, so you go to the testing center, chuckle to yourself as you hand them your ID card (because you know you're doing something stupid that you're ill-prepared for) and you take the test and do better than you expected. I just want to go to the testing center and hand them my ID card, but my move isn't schedule until Monday. I don't know why I'm being so weird, and better yet, why I'm posting this on my blog.
I guess this wasn't a short post. Kind of like this week.