I have returned from vacation, not to a state of normalcy, but instead to being between homes with all of my belongings shoved into my boyfriend's room. Not only that, but I am officially utterly and completely broke. I am a person very much reliant upon routine; grocery shopping late Sunday night, making the same meals each week, biking to the gym Mondays and Tuesdays. The situation I am in has forced me to abandon all hopes of sewing, setting my hair (or looking halfway decent at all really), cooking halfway healthy meals, or really relaxing at all. If it weren't for work I would have run screaming to my parents house. Keeping myself from losing it completely, I have the following to look forward to:
- Getting paid on Friday
- Moving into a new house where I can start over again, and hopefully have a nice, organized room free of clutter
- Some ALONE time
- Shopping, of any sort.
Hm, now that I think about it, that list is kind of pathetic...and dwarfed by the list of things currently terrifying me, including working the night of moving day, running out of money, applying to grad school, the hardcore punk show taking place tomorrow night in and around all of my belongings, the shoes I sold on ebay which seem to have completely disappeared compliments of the United States Postal Service.....
I have neglected to mention that my vacation was fun, minus the drama of a house full of 15 people in their 20's. Once I have unpacked my camera cord, I'll tell you all about it.
Well, I hadn't intended this post to be a rant about how horrible everything is. It really isn't that bad; I just needed to get it off of my chest.
Really, I feel much better now.