I've got about 4/5 of all my stuff into the new place, and now that my PS2 is here, all the important stuff, as far as I can tell. Yesterday consisted of painting my new room an awesome purple color, and getting a bed at Ikea, which I spent half the night putting together. I've got all sorts of fresh, colorful things for my new start. My new room is going to look so nice, and my new roommates seem really great. Mostly I'm in pretty positive spirits. Except for the times I'm in utter despair, which are getting further and further apart. Yesterday evening, though, I went to the apartment to pick up some stuff I'd forgotten. I thought Peter wasn't going to be home, but he came home when I was gathering stuff, and that was hard, because last night was the first night I spent at my new place, and I thought we had already said our good-byes for the day, and then I got sad all over again. 
Oh well, I'll live. I'm off to start arranging my new room. Much love to Faseplant, whose Sex and the City DVDs are keeping me great company.
Oh well, I'll live. I'm off to start arranging my new room. Much love to Faseplant, whose Sex and the City DVDs are keeping me great company.
i know our situations are nothing alike, so please don't think i'm trying to compare...but since moving here i've had days/moments when i'm super depressed about the job and friend thing. it dawned on me this morning that i haven't had one of those days in a few weeks. it felt really good, knowing that things are slowly working out. i'm not sure what my point was, except maybe that hopefully it'll be like that for you too soon.