Time
For some reason today I am having a hard time staying optimistic. I keep thinking to myself things like "how do you think you're going to afford this move? You don't even have a job down there yet. Stop kidding yourself." I'm trying really hard to stay on top of things... but money really is an issue right now... damn part time jobs. And I keep trying to tell myself that yes, I WILL find a job down there, and I WILL make it work. Even if it's not something I want right away... it will be something. When I set my mind to something, I always make it work. And I've set my mind to this.
I have options. I have a place to stay even if I don't have a job right away. I have possible choices for room mates, in various amounts of time.
It will work out.
It may be the headache pounding behind my eyeballs, but it's hard to actually believe that today. I kind of feel like just curling up and giving up. I'm not gonna. I still think the move will be good for me... but part of me wonders how I'm going to make it work. I shouldn't have taken all that time off for camping. It complicated matters.
My goal today was to start going through my stuff and figuring out what I was bringing with me to begin with, what I was loaning to Trent (he has no furniture of his own, so I told him that until I need it again he can borrow some of mine... otherwise it's just going into storage. Might as well get some use out of it), and what is going in to storage that he's not borrowing. I wish I could avoid a storage unit altogether, but I don't think that's an option. I only have limited space in the place I'm going to be at right away, and there's some big things that I won't be able to fit and that Trent won't be wanting to borrow.
I still have a month here, so there's a lot that I can't start packing up... but there is some that I can. It's a matter of figuring out what that sutff is... so I sit here, drinking coffee out of my chicken mug (trying to make my headache go away) and staring despondently at my things...
Sometimes being optimistic is tiring.
I have options. I have a place to stay even if I don't have a job right away. I have possible choices for room mates, in various amounts of time.
It will work out.
It may be the headache pounding behind my eyeballs, but it's hard to actually believe that today. I kind of feel like just curling up and giving up. I'm not gonna. I still think the move will be good for me... but part of me wonders how I'm going to make it work. I shouldn't have taken all that time off for camping. It complicated matters.
My goal today was to start going through my stuff and figuring out what I was bringing with me to begin with, what I was loaning to Trent (he has no furniture of his own, so I told him that until I need it again he can borrow some of mine... otherwise it's just going into storage. Might as well get some use out of it), and what is going in to storage that he's not borrowing. I wish I could avoid a storage unit altogether, but I don't think that's an option. I only have limited space in the place I'm going to be at right away, and there's some big things that I won't be able to fit and that Trent won't be wanting to borrow.
I still have a month here, so there's a lot that I can't start packing up... but there is some that I can. It's a matter of figuring out what that sutff is... so I sit here, drinking coffee out of my chicken mug (trying to make my headache go away) and staring despondently at my things...
Sometimes being optimistic is tiring.