chloe

So.
The whole have-to-move-out debacle turned out like this:
I am getting my own place.
Trixie and her bro are moving to Portland.
Yes, my lovely best friend with the beautiful nipples and the gypsy soul are moving on once again...
I can't say I blame her. San Diego doesn't offer quite as much for girls like us as, say, the bay area, hollywood, seattle, portland...
But she's my rock, my heart, and I am crushed that she is leaving.
On top of that, I am scurrying about doing all of this myself: getting a place, a moving truck, boxes, gas & electric, cable, internet, packing, stressing, trying to catch up in school, working my ass off, missing my man, faking joviality and remembering everything that has happened in this house I've come to know as home. Whew.
No wonder I can't sleep.

And yet.
The future holds I promise I'm eager to discover.