I've come to realize that without a regular working schedule, weekends don't necessarily feel any more relaxing than weekdays; rather, they feel more arduous to get through because anything that I'm waiting for doesn't necessarily happen unless it's a weekday. This is mostly correspondence from jobs, but also Netflix (heh) and the pace of having the house to myself, as well as the freedom to get in my car and go somewhere without needing to explain where I'm going.

Sometimes I just need to leave, and my parents try to understand that, but it just feels very counterintuitive to have to tell them my whereabouts after having lived on my own for so long.

Today I went through the task of making a list of the things I will need to buy for my move, then approximately pricing them to come up with a quote for exactly how much money I will need when the time comes. It's not as high a number as I thought it would be, but it's nothing to sneeze at either. I feel good that I've at least done the math, but every step I take toward the future makes me itch for the present to move along faster.

At the same time, it's dawned on me that I don't actually have that much time to play with, especially if I go to CTY. My every weekend until nearly the end of June is accounted for, and I'm scheduled to work most weekdays this month. I'd like to plan some get-togethers for my friends so I can see them all before I'm off, but the dates are getting tricky, especially for those who aren't in the NY-NJ area. I want to take Brian to Haverford while we're still on the correct coast, but I'm not sure when we'll have time for that to happen either.

Funny that for so much impatience, I find myself also wishing for just a little more time.