I am in the process of moving. I know it has to be done. But I was never aware of the process that comes with it. The emotional process. Of moving from the house you bought on your very - very own to loosing your house and walking a way. Now everything is in boxes in the guest room. Slowly but surely saying good - bye. It's hard. Big decsions are never made easy. This wasn't. Now I am trying to survive on the fears that I ride. With boxes, the smell of cardboard, magic marker, trying to line everything up and on my own. Always on my own. You know more women now more than ever are on their own "living singly" and making life changing choices more than ever before in history. 62% of people are living single in Portland ,Or.
Tom. is another biggy. I am going to talk to the manager of the home health agency that if they can put me on at least 40 hours or close to it. Between Romeo getting "fixed" and hurting myself and moving and my job sucking majorally ( at the alf ) I am just so ready to say "fuck this shit" but it dosn't get you anywhere and I must do what needs to be done it is just so exhausting. If you would have told me this afternoon that I would be taking a nap I would have told you ~ your high my friend. But no I did just that. Took a nap. That is so not me. ugh. In the mean time keep packing and keep moving in a positive direction. It's the only way to go. Peace Out an In ~ mostly In this time.
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