Moving along and coming undone
I haven’t even been away from home from five hours and I’m already a fucking mess. I knew this was going to happen. It was a part of my plan for the day. Wake up, get last minute things, say my goodbyes, move to Maine, unpack, then cry hysterically.
Don’t get me wrong I’m so excited for all the things to come from moving to mass to Maine with no set plans and my whole life in front of me but I LOVE HOME. If you are unfamiliar with who I am my family is my life support. They keep me going, they keep me sane, and I miss them with ever fiber of my being. I Oh and my DOGS?! don’t even get me started.
I guess being alone in my 3 bedroom apt Isn’t helping my tears but maybe I shouldn’t have decided to move the day my roommates went on a trip to Puerto Rico……
Being alone is hard for me. I’m always waiting for the phone to ring or the door to knock. Part of this moving out thing is also part of my “growing up” thing whatever that means. So being alone is something that I’m gonna have to handle some point or another.
Ughhh I’m just sad and excited, and nostalgic, and tired, and hungry and basically I’m a mess. But what els is new. I just keep remembering what my dad said when he shut my car door right before I left “go kill it kid” so I’m gonna. I’m gonna be sad first, but after that I’m gonna kill it.