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Yeah, remember how I said I had till March 1 to find a place? Evidently, we were further behind in rent than I thought we were, and March 1 has turned into February 1. I KNOW. So, because I don't have enough money saved up, nor did I find a place, I have to move in with David. I. Am. TERRIFIED. Terrified for the sake of our relationship, for the sake of the maintenance my sanity while living in a house with no kitchen or shower, etc, etc. Basically the move will happen this weekend. So here I am again, packing all my shit to move somewhere I don't wanna be.
Don't get me wrong, I love him. I love the fact that he's cool with me living there. So, so thankful for all of these things. But what the hell, man?! Every time I move, I leave behind 20-30% of all I own, and I STILL have a fuckload of shit to pack. Every time I get comfortable, I have to up and move again. This shit blows.
Still, enough monkeying around on this computer. Up and at them!
Don't get me wrong, I love him. I love the fact that he's cool with me living there. So, so thankful for all of these things. But what the hell, man?! Every time I move, I leave behind 20-30% of all I own, and I STILL have a fuckload of shit to pack. Every time I get comfortable, I have to up and move again. This shit blows.
Still, enough monkeying around on this computer. Up and at them!