so, i'm only eighteen and it's beyond me how i've accumalated so much shit
this is my first move that i can remember, my family moved from fairfield to vacaville when i was 2, but i really don't remember that,,,
so, i'm on the cusp of my independence so to speak, surreal as i say goodbye to my high school friends one by one, pack all my belongings in neat boxes one by one labeled with things such as "underwear, leah's posters and such, etc.'
to sum up my mood currently, in this transitional period to moving to San Francisco, the only thing i can realy think of is a quote by John Lennon
"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans"
couldn't put it better myself old chap