Oh, it’s good to be home.
I had a big Italian dinner last night. Cheeeezey bread and a little apple crisp thingie for dessert. My landlords helped me move a little bit so I took them out to dinner. I’ve still got a couple more car-loads worth of junk, but a friend said she’d help me out tomorrow, so I should be able to be out on time.
Moving is emotionally draining. I’m becoming a child again (or moreso than usual) I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go to the new place. I don’t want to leave my friends (well, ok, the cat). The kids (dog) at the new place won’t like me.
Ugh. At least classes don’t start for a little bit.
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I get the same way everytime I'm put into a new situation. I guess I just get too attached to things. I hope you're feeling better about it soon.
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