well, the good new is...I'm packed.
the bad new is...now I don't want to leave
don't take me wrong...I have no problem leaving home. golfbisquit
have been gone for a while, kiltmir
isn't hanging about.
But I'm lying in bed with the cat purring while draped across my ankles...and I want to cry. I'm not even sure why. It's not as though I'm taking everything I own, nor am I completely financially independent (though to be fair, a BA in Archaeology makes one qualified to work in...oh...nothing...). I just feel like I'm without a center of focus right now. Everything is whirling past my head so quickly...I don't even know what some of the decisions are, much less how to make them.
And I guess the worst part is, I really don't care about leaving home...I just don't want to leave this gray-furred bundle of cat that has tried to pack himself in each and everyone of my boxes.
I've got so much to do once I get to Chicago.I'll be posting my new phone number as soon as I get a chance to visit the cellular store.
Any number(s) you wanna give me for the new phone?