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helikedmyshoesI am moved in but not nearly unpacked. I HAVE A LOT OF SHIT. It's going to take a while to figure out where everything goes, especially because there is NO storage in this apartment. And my bedroom is teeny tiny. Like, I have my queen bed and two dressers in there and you can barely move. Oh well, it'll work out fine.
It kind of struck me today, how much I've grown up. The past two times I've moved, first out of the apartment Adam and I shared and then into the place I've been for the past two years, I've had awful panic attacks and second thoughts and just general nervousness about the newness. And this time - it just feels GOOD. It feels right. I feel ready and excited. There have been no panic attacks, no fear, just excitement. Does that mean I'm finally growing up?
I'm exhausted, I don't care that it's 9:50, I am going to bed. I hope Felicia doesn't pee on me tonight, she's in my room while she acclimates to her new surroundings.
It kind of struck me today, how much I've grown up. The past two times I've moved, first out of the apartment Adam and I shared and then into the place I've been for the past two years, I've had awful panic attacks and second thoughts and just general nervousness about the newness. And this time - it just feels GOOD. It feels right. I feel ready and excited. There have been no panic attacks, no fear, just excitement. Does that mean I'm finally growing up?
I'm exhausted, I don't care that it's 9:50, I am going to bed. I hope Felicia doesn't pee on me tonight, she's in my room while she acclimates to her new surroundings.
