Okay, the internet seems to be willing to compromise, but just to be sure, I'm going to make this a relatively short blog. This might be it for a bit- I go back to work for 5 days tomorrow (8:30-5:30 agh!)

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So, in the time since I've been away, I've worked a week at my new job, moved back home, damaged a co-workers toe (don't worry- she's good!) and gotten over 40 bruises from my new job.

This new job basically makes me a hotel maid but instead of working at a hotel, I'm working over the summer for a colleges dorms. And my co-workers and myself spent the first 4 days cleaning all the furniture in the rooms, so here is what I've learned from my new job:

1) Clean all the crap up.

2) There are a lot of sharp furniture corners in dorm rooms.
3) Hey, when you go to move out, pull your drawers out and check out the back of your dressers.
I've also learned that guys are absolutely disgusting and that I'm an absolute hazard in the workplace! So, here's to Chewy (my co-worker who sounds like Chewbacca when frustrated)- I'm sorry about your toe- but together, we provide the laughter that our work environment needs!

*The title of the blog comes from nick names at work and the team names we come up with when they're combined.

If you've gone to college, you've probably experienced it: the summer move back home.

Do you remember when you first got dropped off at college, and even though you were excited and happy, you were also secretly scared out of your mind? You didn't have a clue what would happen to you- granted, you might have heard stories from older siblings or even your parents, but how often have their stories become your stories? I'm willing to bet not that often. You were ready [hopefully!] to move out and be on your own. But you were in a differemt place than you had lived, with entirely new people and facing new challenges. It's a thrilling time. 

The year goes along and you have classes, parties, tests and anxiety. You also have laughter, fun and a lot of memory making.  The year goes by quickly, which feels really strange, because classes seem to drag on forever!  And then come June, or maybe May, it's time for you to pack up where ever you've been living for a year- to pack up a year's worth of memories and leave the roomies you've either grown to love or hate, leave behind the friends that live in different places, some far, far away, and leave. You have to leave the place that has become yours. And then you have to go back home- to the place where your family is, even though you made a new family over the year; where your memories are, even though those memories don't even come close to comparing to your new memories; and back to where all your old friends are returning to, even though they aren't the same people who left last autumn (but then again, neither are you). 

And you know that summer will be an adventure, because it always is (come on- beach parties, mountain hiking and summer jobs- a definite adventure!) But in all honesty, as much as you love your family and friends back home- you don't want to leave. You've made a new home and to leave it is almost as heart-breaking as when you had to leave your family's home last fall.

But keep heart- return is just a few months away! (Unless you've graduated, in which case you probably need to move out of your parents house for good as soon as you can.)