When reality hits

I was doing some laundry today, the 2nd day being gone from IMSA, and of course that means I had to use my laundry bag to get the clothes from the dryer -- to the couch. Anyways, I'm sitting there watching some crappy TV show that my Mom has on, and when I'm all done folding my clothes, I decide to put them back in the bag. Half way through packing away my clothes I just froze and became confused. I asked my Mom, what am I doing? She nonchalantly responds, "I was going to ask the same thing." Why the fuck was I packing up my clothes I ask myself. Oh, because it has been 2 days since IMSA and that means the weekend has ended and I'm going back. No... because I graduated. It finally hit me, I'm gone from IMSA and now all my habits have to change. Thank god I won't be in this house most of the summer, or I might actually have to confront that change.