10 days till move-in!

After what seems like the longest summer ever, that time of year is rolling around when leaves turn yellow and the crisp smell of school supplies lingers in the air, and an air of endless possibility is waiting on the horizon...

Just kidding, it's almost time to move back to Tempe.

Tempe, where the girls are monotonous, blonde and orange, the freshmen are perpetually drunk and everyone is sweaty and unattractive. Tempe, with its painfully unreliable public transportation and train stations so unsympathetic to the blistering sun. Where every year some poor California native gets heat exhaustion every year upon moving in. Yes sir, it's time for the shorts and sandals tan to come back, for the wide brimmed sun hat to make its annual debut, and for my favorite misting fan to be dug out and filled with icy, refreshing water.

I'm quite excited about moving in, but at the same time I am terrified that my new place will end up looking like my old place, which lacked personality and charm to the fullest. I am scared that my apartment, my 420 square feet of space bubble won't feel like a cosy extension of ME, and that I'll go to bed every night wishing I lived somewhere else. Or, I'm afraid that my poor decorating skills won't be enough to pass off some poorly done DIY furnishings as personality, and that every morning I'll wake up wishing I were somebody else.

But most of all, I'm afraid that I'll be too afraid to do anything with my little space, and that it'll end up white and bland, with bland but safe furnishings, and that I'll walk around all the time wishing I were someone at all.

Yep, it's that time of year again.