College Preparations

College prep is really getting to me. Seriously. I am suspicious that it is because I am a home body and a massive mama's girl. Or that I don't like anything that deals in massive change much. Last time I experienced a major change it took me a few good weeks to get over it. Even then, I still experience pangs of, "oh my gosh. That actually did happen." Then, I want to curl up in to a ball and cry for a bit. But I CAN'T let myself do that!
My leaving is wearing on everyone's nerves. My parents are just too nice to say anything about it. My siblings however are not that nice.
"How many days till you leave?"
Or
"I can't wait till I get your bedroom!"
Then my favorite, "Nat. You're sooo stale. Can't you just leave already?"
Thanks guys. You're totally helping with my anxiety over this. *eye roll*. Generally after those things are told to me, I go hide somewhere and lick my wounds. Then I repeat the mantra, "my siblings love me. My siblings love me even if they don't think before they speak."
(I am also guilty of that fyi.)
Moving is just not fun. I have lost the tape on multiple occasions and after searching fruitlessly for several hours, I gave up and flopped on my bed. My mom came in to check on me and discovered I was in a Bassett hound like coma, all sad puppy dog eyes.
I then, very pathetically, notified her that I had lost the tape again, for the umpteenth time. Mom gave me suggestions on where to look in response to my loss... I still haven't found the tape.
Who knows how well the actual move will go? I suspect it will go a little something like this... O.O