Day 1: Let the Chaos Begin

Standing here at Day # 1, it seems impossible that I will ever make it to 365. But I guess that's the way that most things start. I'm not writing this for anyone but myself and so I guess I needn't go through introductions. I know my own name, where I'm from, how I like my pizza and what I want out of life. And anyone else who is reading this who isn't me, has the privilege of getting to know me through my writing. Which is a great way to get to know someone. Ok, now I'm just sounding self-absorbed. I started this 365 Blog because it seems that I've forgotten who I am. I've just recently been kicked out of a two year relationship and somewhere in that hot mess, I lost myself. It's the strangest feeling in the world not knowing exactly who you are anymore. Not remembering what it's like to feel yourself or be by yourself. The latter being the hardest part. Being by yourself. Living with your significant other takes away a part of you. That privacy and that "I'm going to do things the way I want them". You have to be concerned what your partner wants and how they like the air conditioning and what foods they want to eat. And I think that basically after living with someone for a year, you kind of forget what you used to like and start thinking about what you like together. As one unit. And now that I am without my other half...I am desperately trying to remember what I used to like. Me. As Katie Foudriat. The stupid thing is that my former significant other never ever lost sight of what HE wanted. I guess he wasn't as committed to this "unit" thing as I was and I was the weaker contributor.
But I'm in a good place right now. It's the beginning of a brand new semester. It's like getting new underpants or cleaning out your car til it's like brand spanking new. It's a time when the clutter and decay of living your daily life hasn't yet affected the space around you. It's a time when you promise yourself things that you're never going to do. For instance, you're NOT going to throw the dirty towel on the ground and use that hamper thing that your mother bought for you when you went to college. Or...you're NOT going to watch Food Network until the wee hours of the morning and read your assignments like your professors ask. It's a time to expect the best out of yourself and be completely blind and delusional to the fact that you're a human being and you make mistakes. I've got a brand new apartment. I said goodbye to my cramped living quarters at Legacy Fucking Park and have taken up lodgings at the slightly less ghetto, Quarters. Rooms are definitely more spacious. The atmosphere is way more positive than my previous dwellings. And I've been alone here for a couple of hours now and I'm getting good vibes from it.
Diann and I took the road trip today to complete the move in process. A week previous to today, Dad, Mr. Jimmy and I took two cars to shove all my important necessities into my bedroom and lock the door behind us. A week ago was the formal "move in date" for The Quarters. So when I returned to this place this morning with my mother, it wasn't really a home. Just a room full of boxes and mess and emptiness. But I've said it before, it's truly amazing what two women on a schedule can accomplish in a day. My empty room has become a very comfortable palace for me. I have new bedding that sports a fashionable Indian design and 500 count red sheets. I spoiled myself with Dad's credit card a few days ago. Don't judge. I've never done that before actually. I thought it was about time. They're red and have a nice stripe detail and I kind of feel like a queen when I sink into my QUEEN sized bed! Legacy Fucking Park gave me a twin sized nightmare that wouldn't even stay on the box spring. My back will thank the Quarters for their superior living conditions. My ceilings now sport Moroccan lamps and I've placed my map over my television and I've got a wonderful new wall hanging; a large bamboo tapestry of the Taj Mahal. I plan to add some more international flair to the space as soon as time and money provides. Everything looks very inviting and I've got butterflies in my stomach as I type this. But I think that's the pizza I ate this afternoon for supper/lunch catching up to me.
I have to admit though, my body is very tired. I pulled my back out moving furniture with my mom today and my knees and feet are killing me. That's what happens when you're walking all day long non-stop from 8 in the morning to 7 in the afternoon. But that's nothing a nice big Excedrin won't take care of. Despite my current state of anxiety over the new semester starting tomorrow I don't foresee sleep being an issue. Tomorrow is a new adventure for me. I now have a 30 minute walk to class as opposed to the previous ten minutes I used to have to walk. But now my apartment is off campus but it is way too close to campus to drive. I'm getting my new Vespa sometime this week actually and I'm sure my aching feet will be happy to see it. I'm anxious about starting French and math and science tomorrow. I'm not really too...interested in any of those subjects. French isn't so bad but it's the talking a loud in front of people part. I hate that part. It's really....mortifying. But we'll see how it goes. I'm trying not to judge things before they happen. I just hope that my professor isn't a total jerk. As much as we don't get along sometime I'm really missing my mom and I really appreciate her hard work today. I honestly could have not done any of that by myself. Which is maybe saying something terrible about my own character being almost 21 and all but...whatever. It's getting to be late and I am going to try to go to sleep early. I suppose that tomorrow will only have more stories to tell.

End Day 1