Tomorrow is the day. I'm ecstatic at the thought of finally being reunited with the home I am truly meant to inhabit, even if only for a short while.
Packing has proved difficult. Despite the fact that for the past week my life has a been a, so to speak, garage sale, I still seem to have more material items than ever. Nonetheless, I have planned and replanned the framework for my future room in Lawrence and I believe that everything will have its own place.
I recently went to a thrift-store and there I found a gem. A piece truly crafted after my own heart and at the price of only $12.00. I felt like a thief, it was such a good deal.
Along with this bee's knees piece of furniture I also found another steal.
And to complete the thrift store deals of the week in Liz's world...
This was the last project my wonderful sewing machine every saw. I tailored this dress to fit just right. Now, the sewing machine is off to Florida. Auctioned off on ebay to someone looking for a gift for their decrepit mother. As my wondrous lover had just offered to buy my sewing machine for me in hopes that I would be able to keep it, in the last hours of the auction this wicked woman bought it right out from under his feet. Now it is gone.
I have been searching relentlessly for an affordable record player. Due to my limited budget I would like to find one that is reasonably priced but still decent in its condition. Because the player I have been using is my parents, I will have nothing to listen to my records on if I do not find one soon. Hopefully I did not waste all my good shopping karma on the three thrift store items above.
In a week I will be moving out again. I shouldn't be panic stricken as though it were my first day at college, yet, I am. I am petrified at the thought of making the fallacious choice all over again. What if I do everything incorrectly. Making the same mistake twice is one thing I often do. Probably to my demise. Every time I try and discuss my trepidation with anyone they tell me I am being too pessimistic and not to agonize over the situation. Yet, I voiced this perturbation last year and look where I ended up. I attempt to look at the positive but it's hard when I have already selected the wrong future once and to think that this will be any better of a situation is just pure ignorance. I have lost conviction in myself. I doubt all my own decisions because so far they have all led me astray. So what's to say that all the decisions I make now and in further months will lead me any closer to what I want. Which is what?
There is my obstacle. A lack of direction.