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New Camp, Same Camper

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Was that the fastest summer ever? My summer consisted of chasing the cutest kids in the world around town and cheering my superstar catcher of a brother on at his baseball games. When I wasn’t in the driver’s seat of a minivan or on a flaming hot bleacher, you could catch my mom and I hunting down the cutest finds a college budget could afford for my new apartment. I just couldn’t wait to deck out the first apartment in college with pieces that will most likely get trashed for year #2. Since you asked for a little sneak peek of what our shopping days consisted of, I’ll give you a taste, but only because you begged. It goes a little something like this…”But mom, it has a pineapple on it!!” “You’re right it’ll go with the rug, put it in the cart and don’t tell dad.” “Deal.” And if you wanted to be in on the action, we were at Target most every Tuesday and Saturday, but if we found something better at Home Goods on Wednesday, we were back at Target on Thursday to return Tuesday’s finds. So the answer is yes, it was indeed the fastest summer ever.

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While trying to find things to fill an apartment, I learned about the moolah that’s required to live on your own more than ever. After my mom told me that Pottery Barn was just absolutely positively never an option for my apartment, we got resourceful. I am so lucky and beyond grateful for the people that cleaned house for my new “house”.  Also, shoutout to Facebook Marketplace for allowing me to find old items down gravel roads in the middle of nowhere that just needed some extra love. My new-old dresser works great and my clothes appreciate it- they told me!

 

Well, where my clothes go I go, so that means I am officially all moved in. Last night was my first night and I really do love it. I mean, aside from the fact that my mom isn’t here and my bedsheets were the worst, I really do love it. My roommate, Nicole, and I had Halo Top for dinner and learned that apparently cable TV just isn’t for everyone. What’s better than that?

This morning when I woke up, I came to the realization that my sheets just had to go. They are the material of swishswishswish pants and I got a weird feeling inside every time I moved a toe. So as of now, I have no idea where any of my classes are but ask me how to get to Target- I got you. We went back to Target where I proceeded to feel every set of sheets to make sure they had no similarities whatsoever to the ones I already had.

Since we were out, we stopped at Walmart to pick up a screwdriver for the shoe rack that I bought on yesterday’s trip to Target. Did you know you need tools to assemble things? Me either. Here’s a snippet of the conversation with the man in the FISHING department (which FYI is separate from hardware) as I held up the screw I brought: “I need a screwdriver to fit this screw for my shoe rack, do you have one?” He goes, “Ma’am that is the most basic screw there is, yes we have a Phillips screwdriver. Are you building this yourself?” You should have seen the concern on his face when I nodded my head. Well sir, I built it myself and it looks great.

I have absolutely no idea what to do until Monday, but don’t think I haven’t thought about driving home for a quick visit. Until then, I’ll keep putting things in my planner and watching vlogs on Youtube. This may sound like a complaint, but trust me, I’m one happy camper.

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GRATITUDE BONUS: I couldn’t be more thankful for my Pyatt people. They make leaving so hard, but they continue to help compose a life of fabulousness for me. I seriously don’t know if I could blink without them!

 

As The Table Turns

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This week has been quite the step. Another step into my adult life that I just did not realize would come so dang soon. Today, the words, “I bought a coffee table,” came out of my mouth. What the hell?

Last week I was doing homework on my bed, blinked and ended up with a tea kettle on a stove with slipper sandals on my feet. I mean seriously, when did my life catIMG_0501ch up to the “When I grow up…” part? It’s flying, but I am trying to love every single minute.

Yes, my coffee table has a new home, and apparently so do I. I signed my first dotted line on Tuesday to live in an apartment next year. My dotted line was fabulous. Fabulous, in that it was my signature, but not necessarily my money. Mom and Dad’s dime seems to pull through yet again (and, hopefully, will not stop anytime soon).

Over the past few months, I have been struggling to make one of my most difficult decisions I’ve made so far. Should I transfer? No, I should stay here. Should I step outside my comfort zone? No, this is satisfying. Can I really do this? Yes, yes Lindsey, you can.

I suddenly had the feeling that Journalism was calling my name. It is pulling me to the dark side with this intriguing life of writing. Oh yes, you guessed it. My apartment is in gosh darn Columbia, MO- home of Mizzou’s J-School and now home to me.

Even though I have finally come to the conclusion that this spin of the table seems to be in the perfect direction, my family and I have spent many hours on many worries of the big “T” word (Transfer, in case you didn’t catch my drift). I am headed into sophomore year as a first year newb all over again. It will take time and there is no guarantee it will progress as smoothly as I imagine; but I am prepared for my huge leap of faith. Hopefully, with endless nights in the library, new friends and connections, and even study sessions in my new living room, I will be prepared for the career of my dreams.

This coffee table was $25 in an antique store (I know, go me!). I would like to say it’s pretty beat up and useless, but my Mom had to explain that “college houses” are not top notch. In fact, college houses are the foundation of “Remember that one night?” stories, and under no circumstances need Pottery Barn’s best seller. The table in my trunk right now, just like me, has no idea what’s in store. We are both moving into a new place, in a new town at a new school. I don’t know many people, just as the coffee table does not know who will surround it, play games on it, or who’s feet it will support. We have so many memories to make together.

My new slab of wood with four legs and lots of scratches has brought me to a turning point that I did not know would come so soon. Each scratch it already has is a memory of its last home, and I am eager, anxious and beyond excited to put more scratches on MY new coffee table. This life is crazy and this life is fast, but oh man, this life is so so fab!