This is my last Sunday in this house. Really that is a happy thing–we are moving next Saturday–but I tend to be a bit more on the “nostalgia” thing than anybody else I know–so to look around at this disgusting house and feel a sense of morose–that’s just downright sick!! This time next week I will be waking up in my bed, but in completely new surroundings. That is cool. Yet, when I drive around the neighborhood, or see people that I won’t be seeing again for a long time (if not EVER) I get sad.
I’m a shy and very reserved person–so meeting people and making friends is a very hard thing for me to do. That makes moving away from these friends especially hard because now I have to start all over with the social scene, and I’m dreading that. Maybe if I move in completely medicated–things will be different!!
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