For my extended weekend, I packed my life into boxes and moved it from my house into a townhouse. My parents got separated and my brother and I are going to be living with my mom now.
I know this is news to a bunch of my friends; sorry about that. I’m not really into talking about myself and personal issues. There’s no point in advertising that stuff just to get yourself attention. So, if you want my new address and home phone number, you know how to get in touch with me.
Plus it’s a big pain when everybody starts feeling sorry for you and acting like you’re a totally different person. Ask me that question you’re holding back. Don’t feel guilty every time you talk about your parents. It’s not really that big of a deal, and there are bigger things to worry about than taking offense to something my friend is saying.
We had a whole bunch of people helping us transport crap. Jason and his parents, Rachel, Noah, and their dad, plus another family. I was surprised at how fast everything happened.
This move was one of those things that you’ve been expecting for a long time, and then finally happens. Even so, it’s nearly impossible to be completely prepared for life changes. Now that the numbness is wearing away, I feel a little lonely. My new room is cool, even if it’s smaller than my last one. But every so often I’ll pause, and I’ve got that lonely, “I’m missing something” feeling.
As I said, I’m not big on spilling everything to the world. It’s not a matter of being “one of those people who keeps it all inside.” I just figure that my problems aren’t worth infecting more of my life than they already have to. Yeah, there are changes, shit happens, but there are some really great things too, like all the awesome people in my life.
Even so, sometimes I just want to cry while falling into Rachel’s arms and letting her hold me. We’re all only human, right?