and we frolicked about in our summer skin.

I’ve been doing a lot of this blogging thing lately.

Except … not.

Most of my writing energy has been shamelessly invested into the rewrite of my four-year-old novel draft.  And fanfiction. *slinks away into corner*

Even my regular journaling hasn’t been much more than sporadic.  My apologies.  Though there’s not much that’s been going on in my life lately … although I guess I haven’t written about the move much at all …

Well, we moved on July 21st.  Almost three weeks ago now.  I’m adjusting better than I thought I would—half the space and my organizational skills are still not up to par, but I’m not on edge all the time, which is what i was rather afraid of.  Sharing a room with my sis is kind of nice, actually.  It’s nice seeing more of her, and getting to have actual conversations like siblings are supposed to do.  Unpacking is a mess, though.  We unpacked books and drawing things and clothes and stuffed animals, and everything else is still in bags and boxes.  Nothing much is happening on that front, much to our mother’s chagrin.  I really would be oaky with just stuffing everything into closets and not paying much more attention to it, but no one else is really going for that.  Ach.  I got rid of so much stuff when we moved and yet the amount of my stuff, even among that which I wanted to keep, for valid reasons, that I actually need or use is rather minimal.

Coffee dates with those people I really like but never get to talk to have been kind of a thing for me this summer. That’s nice.  There are some people that I just really enjoy, you know?  It’s not weird being around them even though it’s only once in a while.  It’s amazing how much you lear about life and yourself just talking in that kind of a situation.  Words explain things, but you don’t use as many words around people you see all the time, because the actually see some of the goings-on of your life firsthand, you know?  You don’t have to think things through as thoroughly around people you see all the time.  Sometimes it’s really refreshing to have a good, long personal talk with somebody you trust but aren’t quite kindred-spirits-type friends with, aye?  Or the type of friend who quite obviously is a kindred spirit but not someone you see often enough to move them in from the fringe of your social circle.

I went camping over the weekend with people who really are some of my best friends in the world.  Just six of us, no kids, no adults (technically we’re all adults, but no non-peer adults, you know).  Two days of total independence—the non-stressful yet responsible kind.  I was genuinely happier than I’ve been in quite some time.  I don’t feel deeply happy very often at all, so I’m really, really glad that this happened.  I needed it so much.

The church camping trip is this weekend, which is always fantastic, though it will be a bit jarring after a weekend with only a half dozen of us.  There will be so many people!  And a strange campground.  And it will be intense.

And then the weekend after that we’re visiting relatives in the U.P. and potentially Wisconsin.  That’s always a toss-up.  I’m not sure of all the specifics of that trip yet, so I can’t really say what I’m expecting from that, but I am choosing to be optimistic.

In academia-related news, which is usually the bulk of my life, I did find out that I can’t defer enrollment at the University of Michigan, so I have to wait a year to apply for the right term.  That’s a relief—one less thing on my plate right this moment.  That means I can delay scholarship applications a bit, too.  Now I mostly need to focus on applying for a guest class at Western (Intermediate French II, since they no longer teach it at KVCC and I need it to transfer), and on brushing up on all the French I learned last year and spectacularly failed to retain (zut alors!), and on my application for the Bethel School of Ministry where I want to spend next year, and on my petition for graduation from KVCC this December.  And there’s that whole job-and-driver’s license thing hanging about in the back of my mind like some shady…I don’t know; like somebody I just don’t want to talk to but I know I’ll have to eventually.  So still, much is happening.  But surprisingly, for once, I feel okay.  I really do.  I’m okay.  I spent most of July just wanting to sleep a lot, and now I actually have some energy, but not a ton of immediate day-to-day responsibilities and deadlines.  It’s a really neat feeling.

^ What an effusive blog post.  I’m done blurting out my life to the Internet now.  Adieu, mes amis!