relocation...

so i have "moved". and when i say that, i mean i'm homeless. or was.

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i found out monday that i had to be out of my apartment by this saturday. that's all fine and dandy if you aren't going out of town on wednesday.

translation: i had today to pack, move out, and find somewhere to live for the next to weeks.

needless to say i was more than annoyed. what can you do though right? not too much except pack and move out.

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i am now crashing with my friend kiera at grandma's house. mind you, she's not my grandma, or kiera's, but she is "grandma". they are nice enough to let me crash in the spare room and store my junk in the garage for the next two weeks. believe you me, i was having a bit of a meltdown again yesterday when i found out i don't have anywhere to live until the 1st of may {which is when the apt contract starts that i'm moving into...with this crazy girl!}

but now i am feeling ok. since i have a roof over my head an all. why is it that as soon as things get better they always go crazy again? ugh. last week sucked...in all honesty. but i made my decision to stay and felt good. then i was freaking out again by saturday. but monday morning as i was driving to the museum i was thinking "things are good, it's going to be ok, and i'm happy!" lo and behold...by lunch time i had something else to be freaking out about again.

but it's ok, we're ok, i'm ok. it's gonna be good...