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Man, I was hoping that I would just magically get my shit together in a new place, but it turns out that nothing's magic. You have to constantly be manually balancing your life wherever you go.
I've met a bunch of nice people here ('here' meaning 'the Presidio', specifically 'the stairwell outside my temporary living situation'. They're all currently running around like crazy making plans and doing the legwork for moving at the end of the month, and I am too. It's pretty stressful (y'know?) and I don't really have anyone to commiserate with, because they're all across town nightly doing one thing or the other.
Amazingly, I might be developing a drinking problem. I haven't not-had-a-beer in the evening for probably ... two weeks. Yike. Okay, noted, next step: address it.
I've got a long chain of things-to-take-care-of for the move in that are stressing me out, but at least they're enumerated and within grasp. I'm ready to be All Done with this, I'm ready to have good friends at home again, I'm ready to not be alone. I got so spoiled living with three people that I really love and get along with over the past two years that I forgot what it was like the prior year, when I was living by myself and (yes!) developing a drinking problem! And I think the only thing that saved me then was that I lived upstairs from Bill and could go down and bother him whenever I was feeling -too- bad.
Allright, in conclusion:
I've met a bunch of nice people here ('here' meaning 'the Presidio', specifically 'the stairwell outside my temporary living situation'. They're all currently running around like crazy making plans and doing the legwork for moving at the end of the month, and I am too. It's pretty stressful (y'know?) and I don't really have anyone to commiserate with, because they're all across town nightly doing one thing or the other.
Amazingly, I might be developing a drinking problem. I haven't not-had-a-beer in the evening for probably ... two weeks. Yike. Okay, noted, next step: address it.
I've got a long chain of things-to-take-care-of for the move in that are stressing me out, but at least they're enumerated and within grasp. I'm ready to be All Done with this, I'm ready to have good friends at home again, I'm ready to not be alone. I got so spoiled living with three people that I really love and get along with over the past two years that I forgot what it was like the prior year, when I was living by myself and (yes!) developing a drinking problem! And I think the only thing that saved me then was that I lived upstairs from Bill and could go down and bother him whenever I was feeling -too- bad.
Allright, in conclusion:
- I acknowledge I am a social creature and I need to share presence and communication,
- I acknowledge I am SEVERELY BAD at getting that shit together, or my instincts have been dulled over time and I don't really know how to get that ball rolling,
- I am stressed out by a situation that is t-e-m-p-o-r-a-r-y so it is ok if I chill out,
- Things will be better very soon!