So Long Autumn Hills Cove

School is just around the corner...almost quite literally...and I've been bumming around doing practically nothing...quite literally.

So you would think this would be great quality time to catch up on my blogging (because I feel so behind!). It is quality time. But might I remind you, I've been doing practically nothing...quite literally.

I'm in Limbo. I was booted from my Summer apartment, and cannot move into my Fall apartment for a period of two weeks. Thankfully, time has passed over rather quickly...but I feel helplessly bored more often than not. To kill the time, I wake up late, shower late, check Facebook every half hour, and constantly check for blog updates. But most people do have a life during the middle of the day, so all this constant checking of Blogger and Facebook are mostly fruitless endeavors.

I miss Logan for so many reasons. I cannot tell you the excitement that ensues with the thought that I'll be back there this weekend -- in a new place, with new roommates, with old friends, with classes, with Bill...I'm anxious.

Autumn Hills Cove was a fabulous summer apartment. Our apartment was on the lower level, constantly engulfed in shade. There were things to complain about, but I was happy. The apartment came with a kitchen table, and a couch. The place was baren and longing for...less emptiness. So over the course of a few weeks our living room gathered a collection of furniture.

Phil let us borrow his TV, which we originally stood on an upsidedown pink plastic storage container. Then Bill let us borrow a side table to replace the storage container, and he let us borrow a coffee table. The room felt a little more homey. Then Will got a free couch from his boss. It was a lovely little loveseat...that had no home because Bill, Will, Wally, and Jared's apartment already had three couches and a lovesac. One weekend when Will went home, the roommates tracked the couch over to mine and Taylor's apartment. Thus, our living room was complete thanks to Phil, Bill, and Will.

But the only problem with moving it all in, means we must eventually move it all out. So on Friday night, with the help of Loraine, Bill came to collect his coffee table and Will's couch. It fit ever so nicely into the back of Bill's truck, Trixy.

Bill, me, and Trixy

That night, I walked into my apartment and flipped on the kitchen light. Taylor had already left for a family vacation to Yellowstone, so all her belongings were packed and gone. And the majority of my things were packed into my car, ready to leave after check-out at 9:15 the next morning. The living room was flooded with the light from the kitchen...and that single and solitary hideous couch was the only thing left in the room. It kind of made me sad. Yet, then again, the place no longer felt like the place that I spent the summer in. It wasn't what I remembered, or cozy like we had made it. So leaving in the morning really was no struggle by emotionally-attached-means.

But I miss the people that surrounded me. That apartment was the idealic place for Taylor and I this summer. It was a growing experience, and a secluded place to be. Yet there were people that I met there that have changed my life for good. They helped me grow and recognize things about myself -- so to all those people, muchos gracias. Thank you.