I'd been wanting a new bed (and needing one pretty badly) for quite some time. The one I slept in for years used to belong to Christine, so it was older than me and getting less and less comfortable.
Then Uncle Jeff and Aunt Donna (Dad's youngest brother) asked us if we wanted the bed that used to belong to their youngest daughter, Cousin Lexi, who got married not too long ago. It's still in pretty good shape, and since it was free of charge, we said yes.
They were nice enough to come to our house in person and set it up as well as cart out the old bed.
I will admit, it's a big change of scenery that will take some getting used to.
There are a lot of memories associated with Christine's old bed. Butterscotch and Pippin took plenty of catnaps on it, and until I got my desk, that was where I sat and drew pictures or used my laptop on a big cardboard box in front of me.
At least this newer one is nice and comfy. I had a decent sleep last night, despite waking up a few times.
Out with the old, in with the new, as they say. But there's no shame in feeling a bit nostalgic about the old.
Speaking of which, today was the last day that one of our coworkers (one of our very best, too, I might add) worked with us before she leaves for college. Her name's Chloe, she's about 19-20 years old, and I personally trained her on the cash register. She told me she's majoring in marketing and her ultimate goal is to own her own business.
From what I saw since she first joined us, she has a fantastic work ethic and catches on quickly. I'm happy for her and I wished her luck, but I'm going to miss her. I'm missing her already.
It's a little weird. As of right now, I'm the one who's stayed at Kneaders the longest, five years and counting. Everyone I work with now came after me, including my current boss.
I always had a fairly solid idea of what I want to do with my life. I still want to write and draw, but this is my little backup plan. It keeps money coming and gets me out of the house every so often, so I'm not just cooped up in my room all the time.
I finished school ages ago, and while there are some parts I do miss, I'm quite content to leave it all behind me. I don't miss the bullying, the loneliness, those awkward teenage years (Mother Nature was pretty rough back then), the math or the science (although my teachers were very nice), and I most definitely do not miss being in debt when I went to Weber State. Even for stay-at-home students who take the city bus to campus, tuition is not cheap and I had to rely on money from the government. It doesn't help that Dad died just one month after I graduated, and I was only able to pay off all my debts in time because of money we got from my grandparents after they died.
But I'd say school has done me a lot of good on the whole, especially college. It's safe to say college is the place where I officially grew up. That's where I learned to be less timid and more resourceful, to do more things for myself and not expect someone else to do it all for me or hold my hand all the time, and I learned to manage my time very well, which sure came in handy when I started work.
And while you technically don't need a degree to be a writer or artist, I gained a lot of knowledge and self-confidence and the quality of my work has improved dramatically. So, I'm a pretty big advocate for higher education, although I'll also be the first to say it's not for everybody and those who do enroll in it must understand what they're getting into.
Didn't mean to stray off-topic, but once again, out with the old and in with the new.
