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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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I can hardly make myself unpack, let alone hang pictures or anything like that. I wish I had Mary Poppins' magical finger-snap mastered--I could stand to clean my room like that! Especially when I'm doing this kind of cleaning. Can you imagine? I would have the coolest house ever! The cleanest house ever. I did manage to empty another 3 boxes today, though, so I am getting somewhere.

Mostly now, it's just organizing my bookshelves, hanging pictures, finding places for random stuff that doesn't really belong anywhere in specific, and unpacking my dishes.

I just don't have the energy to write something more detailed right now. I'm tired, in general, and a day off will be a good thing for me. Tuesday. Until then, I stick with the long days and many Quiznos hours.

I wonder how work will be tomorrow. Unexpected visitors? I was never on edge before, and now, it's not tense, per se, but I'm more aware. It's not as much of a place to get away from everything in the rest of my life any more.

Sigh. Work has become the rest of my life. I never thought I'd see the day.

One year ago today: But the end is in sight now. This is the home stretch, and every other cliche I can think of to describe it. This is year four. The magical "senior year." The elusive final year. The one that I'm really far too young for. The one that it seems far too soon to be in. But the one that's here nonetheless. Wow. Yikes. This is it. This is what I've invested the last 3 years and many, many dollars into. This is where I'm going. And that's a big, scary, exciting thought.
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