Moving around
Today I had sort of a sad day, but I'm not.. especially sad -not more than me, Miss Mopety Mope, has been in the past weeks, anyway! Still, it was the end of a cycle, one that was really important to me, and one I'm definitely going to miss.
My office ex-roomie broke up with his partner and is moving into the office, so he asked D to move out. A bunch of my things were still in the office -a chair, a sofa, a blanket and a pillow, shelves, books books books books- and he had tons of stuff there. His girlfriend is currently in Argentina, so we had to pack her things too. I'm going back tomorrow to help D finish packing -I picked up all my things, but he still has a mess to deal with- plaster the walls we damaged and re-paint it. After that.. we'll just be giving it back.
I wasn't part of the office anymore and when I joined my current job there were resentments about me leaving, so.. I guess this was like a very long break-up. I don't know how D is feeling about this -his way less sentimental than I am, but still, it was his second home, his hunting grounds. I felt pangs of sadness when we put the sofa and the shelve units I built in school into the truck to take them to storage. I don't have anywhere to put them now!
I think I should quit my job, and get my own space. Less shared than this last office -I learned my lesson! I don't want to be between anyone while I work!- and more personal. I want to have my own apartment. I feel like I'm frozen in time with this job, like everything important that might happen, that I can do, will happen after this. Once this is over. I think that's a pretty clear sign that I shouldn't be there. But I wonder how much of this is just me wanting to run away. It's such a hard decision to make...
My office ex-roomie broke up with his partner and is moving into the office, so he asked D to move out. A bunch of my things were still in the office -a chair, a sofa, a blanket and a pillow, shelves, books books books books- and he had tons of stuff there. His girlfriend is currently in Argentina, so we had to pack her things too. I'm going back tomorrow to help D finish packing -I picked up all my things, but he still has a mess to deal with- plaster the walls we damaged and re-paint it. After that.. we'll just be giving it back.
I wasn't part of the office anymore and when I joined my current job there were resentments about me leaving, so.. I guess this was like a very long break-up. I don't know how D is feeling about this -his way less sentimental than I am, but still, it was his second home, his hunting grounds. I felt pangs of sadness when we put the sofa and the shelve units I built in school into the truck to take them to storage. I don't have anywhere to put them now!
I think I should quit my job, and get my own space. Less shared than this last office -I learned my lesson! I don't want to be between anyone while I work!- and more personal. I want to have my own apartment. I feel like I'm frozen in time with this job, like everything important that might happen, that I can do, will happen after this. Once this is over. I think that's a pretty clear sign that I shouldn't be there. But I wonder how much of this is just me wanting to run away. It's such a hard decision to make...