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We got the apartment. In fact, it is where I'm at right now. We moved in yesterday, just enough stuff to get by on until next Saturday. That's when we'll complete everything and we can start to settle in. It's different. I'm somewhat nervous but at the same time excited because I have my own room now with a TV and my computer. I have privacy again and wont feel so narrowed in. I felt like everything I had and was had to be shoved into a box much too small either. Now I can breathe.
I talked to my dad today. Talk talked to him. Not just the usual, "Hi, how are you? Oh I'm fine. Yeah blah blah blah." He explained to me what's been going on with him physically and mentally and it's really not good at all. I'm so worried about him. I haven't seen him this depressed since I was 10. For 2 years he was like this, after my mom left him. He has that same sullen aura, like all the life has been drained from him. He told me he knows that he needs help, it's just the matter of taking that step. It's hard to see him like this. For the past two years he has been there so many times and just supportive and everything I could have asked for. I wish I had a chance to have that from him growing up. I think I could have really benefited from it.
So there's that. I have many other stressors at the moment, but I wont bore anyone with them. In fact, I'm tired of thinking about them myself.
I don't think anythings settled in quite yet. I feel like I'm just over at Jen's hanging out and then I remember, oh I can go in MY room. MY room. How pathetic is it that I can't get over the fact I have my own room again? Well, at least I wasn't homeless. I believe that would have ten times worse.
Oh, classes start again on the third. Heh. This is happening much to fast for my liking.
I talked to my dad today. Talk talked to him. Not just the usual, "Hi, how are you? Oh I'm fine. Yeah blah blah blah." He explained to me what's been going on with him physically and mentally and it's really not good at all. I'm so worried about him. I haven't seen him this depressed since I was 10. For 2 years he was like this, after my mom left him. He has that same sullen aura, like all the life has been drained from him. He told me he knows that he needs help, it's just the matter of taking that step. It's hard to see him like this. For the past two years he has been there so many times and just supportive and everything I could have asked for. I wish I had a chance to have that from him growing up. I think I could have really benefited from it.
So there's that. I have many other stressors at the moment, but I wont bore anyone with them. In fact, I'm tired of thinking about them myself.
I don't think anythings settled in quite yet. I feel like I'm just over at Jen's hanging out and then I remember, oh I can go in MY room. MY room. How pathetic is it that I can't get over the fact I have my own room again? Well, at least I wasn't homeless. I believe that would have ten times worse.
Oh, classes start again on the third. Heh. This is happening much to fast for my liking.