we're halfway there
About half of our stuff is in the new apartment, about a quarter of that is somewhat, temporarily unpacked. My family is coming to help today, but I sort of feel like my aunt Tammy is the only one who truly understands what that entails. My uncle Tim just wants to see the apartment and take me out to lunch, but we need to get the rest of our stuff from Orange in time for my dad to stop complaining. I'm worried about how this is going to work.
Next week I have stuff at the Y all week, pretty much. I got the job, so I'll be a site cordinatior in Hatfield (pm)and Southampton (am), making $12/hr working about 30 hours a week. I think that'll be enough to survive. Hopefully going back to the Y doesn't turn out to be a bad decision. I just really need a effin job.