Never Say Never

I thought I would never again roam these streets, enjoy the local flavors, sleep in my own bed, or once again lounge on my dilapidated futon in my living room. Here's the thing about never: it often happens much sooner than anticipated. I might be overly dramatic, seeing as how my father has already planned a home football game weekend for us in November, but to my newly graduated brain, every moment in State College last week was one to be treasured.

And here I sit, air drying on my old bed, in my old room, listening to the dulcet tunes of the neighbor's party, where all the men are regaling each other with loud and tone-deaf versions of "Burning Up" by the Jonas Brothers. Ah, to be home again.

Why am I air-drying, you might ask. Interesting story: last week when I had the choice to store towels (which would still be in my apartment awaiting pickup) or get rid of them (to goodwill), my mother emphatically told me to get rid of them. So today, when I learned that the whole reason I was being a bum in York is invalid because of some stupid driver who forgot to pick up my car yesterday to ship it, I returned home until I get word there was a driver available to come get it. In the two minutes I had to grab what I could, I managed to get clean underwear (almost forgot it), some clothes that don't match and my computer. No towels.

This inevitably led me to wal-mart, as most of my stories do, where I was overjoyed at the sight of a $4 teal beach towel. Bringing my purchase home, the thought of a shower after this long week (ok, four days) of bumming it and wallowing in my PGSD (see previous entry), I decided to forgo the usual washing before use. After all, I was getting clean and my clean would then transfer to the towel, right?

What I forgot was that you wash towels for reasons other than cleanliness. I now have teal fuzzballs all over me that are clinging with all their might. Washing gets the lint and fuzz off. Score stands towel: 1, Canyon Girl: 0. So now I'm naked and uncomfortable, which is a horrible combination in any situation.

To add to this, I could be called back to York at any minute. It's not enough time! I hardly said goodbye to this place last week, how hard will it be this time when it's for good? My training in Virginia is getting closer and closer--one week from today. And then it's nonstop until I get settled in the Canyon.

Oh what have I done?