Life on the Run

Yesterday we decided to move.
In two weeks.
I know a lot of people just pick up and move like *that*,
and I know I've moved after taking only 2 days to pack,
but jeez, talk about being emotionally unprepared!
I've been living the cushy life of a married student,
who doesn't have cleaning checks and doesn't have to move out every few months
so now the thought of cleaning my apartment-no,
my hand is still bandaged- even the thought of Matt having to clean the apartment
is making me stressed.
I know silly, right?
And I'm wondering if I'll even be able to say goodbye to everyone amidst all these finals!
D:
In my head, I am a very impulsive and idealistic person,
who takes life at a running pace and makes crazy last minute decisions just to shake things up.
But I think I've mentioned before that the "me" in my head is very different from the "me" in real life, right?
But this is the right choice,
we know it is.
I will miss Utah and its magical mountains!