tygerblade

Moving is my life for the next three to four weeks. It's going to be hell. The actual moving is the easy part, it's the packing everything into boxes and sorting through it all and finding a place for it in the new house that really sucks. It's like uprooting a cave and trying to reassemble it elsewhere. And it doesn't help that I'm not getting along with my roomates much anymore. There's alot of tension built up there, and no one's really talking about it. It's almost like we've begun tolerating each other because we have too, instead of being the good friends we once were. I'd consider moving out on my own, but it would leave them in a bind, unable to afford the new place without me. And my rent would skyrocket as well, even if I could find a new place where I could move to in under a month that accepts cats. As fun as a new place might be, it will do nothing to repair our relationships. I don't really know how to do that. And I'll soon be leased in for another year with two people I once considered to be my best friends in the world, who might now prefer it if I wasn't around anymore. It leaves me feeling horribly empty.