May 3, 1999

My room is completely empty, save the furniture and a couple of boxes. I've taken all the pictures and postcards and posters off the walls. They look so barren, so lonely now. I'm taking them with me to North Carolina. Taking familiar stuff to a strange place makes the new place seem less lonely, less foreign.
I'm excited and scared to move. So many what-if's dancing around in my head like the sugarplums of christmas lore. I keep trying to tell myself that it's only for four months and I needn't worry about things. Hopefully I will start to believe myself soon.