II: Wherein we discuss the sending off.

Hello!

I suppose since it is past 12 that it means it is officially the day that I depart for the city! However I can't sleep just yet as I still have a few knick-knacks to pack up, though I am not sure in what. I feel tempted to call up a few friends to say good-bye, but I dunno if it might wake them. Claire and Trevor said they would stop by in the morning, for which I am very thankful. I can only imagine what it must be like to go off to a college that is actually far away, where I would not be able to visit on weekends. This whole process I never really got much of the leaving syndrome, except of course now that I am writing about it. I even know that I still really live here, at home, and I can visit whenever I like, yet it is still hard to avoid dramatizing the whole experience as a leaving and irrevocable changing. Maybe it is in a way, but not a drastic one by any means, and nor can it be avoided.

I often used to say that change was the only constant, though of course I did not truly embrace the statement, instead merely superficcially recognizing it as a fancy idea. This is not to suggest that now I have come to absolute terms with the truth of this idea, but all the same I haven't found myself panicing about the changes to come. I even find that I have been able to enjoy present moments more in knowing that soon, although things may be silmilar, they never will be quite the same again. Of course, would that I had this all the time rather than just now. It is funny, all this seems to correlate with my recent choices of movies. Last night we watched To Kill a Mockingbird, which in addition to being freaking awesome, seemed very relevent. I have begun to think that as soon as you can see more and more of the themes of growing up, the more you have in fact grown up. I remember reading it in 6th grade, and I don't remember getting a lot of Jem and Scout's struggle with the pains and predjudices of the world as they begin to realize them. I suppose this means I can now yell at kids to get off my lawn and stop instant messaging on their mobile tele-phone boxes.

Good night, I go to pack!

-Emerson

I: Wherein an attempt is made to clarify the purpose!

Hello!

One moment that was quite depressing for me was back in junior high when, as I attempted to keep one of these web log doo-dads, I realized that I had nothing special to write about. Thus it fell be the wayside, and I never attempted again. HOWEVER, I am viewing this thing as perhaps a means of motivation to do things that are worthy of writing about, which is somewhat of a weird motivator. I still am not quite sure about what I shall do. After briefly considering having this be a Warcraft character blog, instead I think I shall make this a notebook of sorts, whether it be for creative writing, neat ideas, observations, or some kind of cool experiment. In fact, I had an idea to note some random person on the subway whilst riding to school, and make a complete backstory for them, maybe weaving them together, or maybe keeping them as isolated stories. It seems kinda ambitious now that I think about it, but what the hell. The only folks who are going to read this are my family, maybe a few friends and myself, so whatever. I really gotta dispense with this whole "writing as if addressing the internet masses" style, it is somewhat stressful.

I am going to go attempt to do my washing, as I am far behind on packing for the Great Lugging, which occurs on Sunday and features me moving in with PT (brother and now room mate). In case it was not clear, I am a college student and decided to take up this blog to chronicle my new lifestyle. We'll see how it goes!

-Daniel Emerson