The Earth According to Mark.

In the past four years I've moved more times in a two year period than most people have their entire college career. Just a run through: In 2005 I moved from Bakersfield, CA to Calmindon in Irvine, CA. As far as I knew, Calmindon was a transfer-hall-now-first-years-hall [due to an increase in students enrolled]. My first roommate was a Persian guy named John who ended up transferring to USC his second year of college. After Calmindon I lived for a whole summer in San Marino Apartments...alone. I recorded an album and heavily believed the apartment to be haunted. Towards the end, Eloise (my high school friend who was subleasing a room to me) moved in, and I remember her boyfriend and her would fight about his MySpace Top 8. And they'd do it in the middle of the night so it always freaked the hell out of me. I moved in to Parkwest (3801) for a whole school year with my cousin. That summer, I moved in to Vista Del Campo Norte, but I couldn't get someone to sublease my Parkwest apartment on time, so I ended up having two apartments that summer. Argh. Financial disaster. As a result, I didn't have a car for a summer and a year. I was dwindled down to eating bologna sandwiches.

So all was resolved and I moved back to Parkwest, but this time with Eddie, Jessica, and some girl they found off Craigslist named Bei Bei. So that's sort of where the story began - and now after two years I'm leaving. It's been a journey, especially because I treated moving into Parkwest [again] as a new beginning. Successfully it was. There's been rough times. But there's been more good times. I'd go over all of them, but it's better if they gestate for nostalgia.

So in two days I will no longer be in this apartment and will instead be at my new temporary home - Berkeley Court with Sherry and Jen. Hopefully I get a job (prayers?) and the rest...well.

Let go and let God.