I’m moving back in with my parents and sister next week. This decision was literally made yesterday, and I started the packing process by stuffing my clothes into big black trash bags. I am NOT looking forward to this (the process of moving that is).
Nothing is necessarily wrong, but I’ve been stressing so much lately about finding a new job, making ends meet, working myself more with added responsibilities, and the pressure just isn’t working for me. So, I spoke to my loving roommate and figured something out that would benefit everyone. Once it was all out, I sat next to Cameron and cried over some Frank’s pizza.
This is going to be so good for me and I know I’m definitely doing the right thing. Needless to say, I am bummed out, but I’ll always have a place to come to in the city.
Have I mentioned that I’m so lucky to be loved by such amazing people? If I haven’t, I love all of my friends and family. The right people are in my life right now. I wouldn’t change a thing at the moment.