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The Night Before Move-Out

My sleep cycle’s all fucked up so here I am. I need to “wake up” in four hours.

I love home. I’m not sure if it’s entirely obvious but I highly prefer to just stay home as opposed to going out. Deep down I think that if there weren’t a societal obligation to my friends and family, I would more often than not opt out of going out on a Friday night.

You know, it’s kind of funny how I should have seen this coming. This entire summer I’ve been telling people that I’m ready to move to San Diego, it’s long overdue, blah blah blah, and while that’s always been true, this past week I’ve been getting more and more nervous. It kind of hit me like a brick today that, while summer felt slow at times, I really wish that I had more time.

I was all sorts of messed up today. Even saying goodbye to aunts and uncles and my grandma, some stopped by, I drove to others’ homes… It really dawned on me that it’s finally home to take that actual plunge into adulthood, grow up, and move out of the house. I can’t for the life of me imagine how bad tomorrow (today?) is going to be. I don’t really show it but I love my mother, I love my father, I love my sister, I love the dogs and the warm San Dimas sun and the freedom of driving around and the simple familiarity of a place I’ve lived at since I was, like, five. I love home.

And yet the extremely sentimental goodbye messages, the gifts, the wishes from my aunts, uncles, cousins and grandmother has me determined. The feelings that I’ll feel walking out of my front door for the last time as a permanent resident reminds me that I’m leaving because I have a job to do. They sent me their best wishes because they want me to do well, and I will make them proud.

I’m a fucking mess today.

angels:

Look out!

wat

angels:

Look out!

wat

angels:

Broadcasters are athletes too! 

angels:

Broadcasters are athletes too! 

#freeHighwind

SAVE SAVE SAAAAAAAAAAVE

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fyspringfield:

Look closely at the ferris wheel…

LOOOOL

Man, these last two weeks… Talk about blasts from the past.

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I got my first legit “Have you been working out?” Hell yeah bay bay!