Packed Out & Thoughts On Doctor Who

I'm looking at the room I've resided in for the past two years. Not even two years, actually. The walls are bare of my copious posters and clippings and such, and everything is in boxes. Really, the room looks naked. Today was the third day of packing, and tomorrow the big truck will come and take away the boxes and whatever furniture is left to pack. We aren't leaving town quite yet, I still have graduation. Today, amidst the chaos, the five year old girl that lives next door came over to give me a picture of us that she drew, with a note telling me how much she'll miss me. She's a really sweet girl, and she gave me a hug and looked crushed that I was leaving. I have a friend who's been saying she'll cry the day I leave, and another one who telling me she'll miss me, but somehow it's not nearly as powerful as this little girl giving me a going away gift, a picture of us. It gave me something to think about today as all my things were put in nondescript brown boxes.

On a lighter note, and probably less introspective, I have some thoughts on Doctor Who so far this year. Series 6 has been many things, and only five episodes have aired so far. It's been shocking, startling, funny, confusing, and very fast. The entire series so far has moved at a rapid fire pace, and it can be hard to absorb it all. The opening two parter was very interesting. The Impossible Astronaut was quite the set up. It had it's moments, but mostly it just prepared us for Day Of The Moon, which was amazing, but mostly shocking. Then came Curse Of The Black Spot, which was a very interesting episode. It can also be said to be meh. It just didn't rock the world. However, the most wonderful episode of the series so far, The Doctor's Wife, more than made up for it's predecessor's failings. It was completely and utterly brilliant. The most recent episode, The Rebel Flesh, reminds me of The Impossible Astronaut in that it feels very much like a set up episode. The Almost People, it's sequel, will hopefully make it's counterpart worth it. Time will tell what all the mysteries of series six are culminating towards.

Sigh, I've Forgotten To Write Again & How I Feel About Moving

So I see that my last post was in March. It's now May. I suppose that isn't a very long time, considering my gap last year, but it does feel as though I haven't updated this in ages. I'm 18 now, and graduating in June. I recently attended Prom with one of my close friends in Maryland, along with another girl it was fun to get to know and my closest guy friend. Amidst the end of the school year/preparing to graduate stuff is the getting ready to move stuff. We're moving to San Antonio, Texas, the one state I hoped to never enter. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against the state, the south, or the people. I just hate heat. With a passion. Maybe it's because I'm a ginger, maybe it's because I'm allergic to sunscreen, maybe it's because I'm Alaskan, or maybe it's because I've just always overheated easily. Whatever the case, I'm moving to one of the hottest places I can think of in the middle of summer.

Despite my fear of moving to the capital of heat, I'm completely fine with moving. Maryland is one of those places that feels like it's in between. I didn't love England, but I was glad for the opportunities it presented, some of the people, and things I learned there. England was a verse, a chapter. Maryland feels like a bridge between verses, or a note between chapters. It doesn't feel like it has it's own place. I have made good friends here. I have a nice group I enjoy spending time with, I have a close friend I enjoy talking to, I know the sweetest freshman on the planet, and I have my best guy friend ever. I've also earned 63 college credits here, and one of my closest friends from Alaska lives less than an hour away. So why does Maryland not feel like a chapter to me? Why does it seem as though it's only a stepping stone to the next place? Perhaps it's that we've not been here even two years yet, and it seems short. I get the feeling, however, that even three or four years would not make Maryland more to me. No matter Maryland's status to me as a bridge or a note or however best to explain it, it is significant. A song is not complete without a bridge, and a book is missing details without chapter prefaces and notes. I'm fine with leaving, and I almost feel like leaving might be a catalyst into something much better, even if I do have to leave people behind.