I just want to go to the beach.

Is that so bad?
I am trying to get one girl friend and one guy friend to go with me.

Yes, I know it is short notice.
But we should seize the summer and go to the beach.
I don't care if you have had plans for tomorrow for 3 weeks.
We will go to the beach instead.

Yeah, public transport -- why?
Pft. I don't care if you can drive.
I can't.
And you can't drive other people.

You still have other plans for tomorrow?
Oh.
Well....
Are you sure?
I can um...make "arrangements" for those to be cancelled...

No? You don't want me to do that?
Let me get this clear:
You do not want me to cancel your plans for you tomorrow?
No? Okay.

Well then.

I hope this isn't the way this conversation goes.
I just asked 2 people to go to the beach tomorrow.
And I still don't have permission to go.
But we'll see.

Maybe I can just find a way to make it happen.

I move next week.
And won't be able to see these people for months -- at least.

Which greatly upsets me.
As we move closer and closer to the moving date (which I am still unsure about),
I am getting more and more saddened and almost depressed.

I feel as though my friends don't want to see me.
Not just on short notice.
But because they don't want to have a close friendship with someone who is moving.
I don't blame them.

But I am moving to a place where I know nobody and have to make completely new friends.
It is getting scarier the closer we get to moving.
I know I always say this but I am just trying to stay afloat.
It becomes harder when it seems less people are there to tug you when you run out of coal to keep your engine running.
I am just cheese right now.

I don't know what that means.
I am going to look back on this years from now and say "what does that even mean??"
And with that, I am going to part ways with my blog.

Keep Floatin'