I think I finally feel moved in.
Yesterday I got a bookshelf, an old dresser of mine and a few other things from Max. I was able to unpack some of my favorite clothing, and some of my books. I don’t know why but I never really feel like I am home unless I have my book (at least some of them) around me. I blame my mother. I put one of my old down comforters on my bed (with the purple duvet I loved.) And I hung an old Parkes print that Sylvan had framed for me years ago. I think it finally feels like I live here.
I still have a few things to conquer. My mothers crazy food issues (that become my food issues.) My inability to yoga every day like I want to. And of course my fear of saying goodbye (again) to my best friend, going back to school, and getting a job. But overall I am really happy to be here. I figured I would be less happy and more “readjustment crisis”y at this point. I mean I still have trouble shopping, watching regular TV, or going places with too many people (specifically Malls or large retail places like Costco), but honestly I am beginning to think that all those things… are completely avoidable.
Ok, I had better get going, this lingering morning spent writing (on my laptop while in bed) is just about over. There are lots of things o get done, no matter how comfortable I am in this moment.