After a remarkably dramatic episode of mine last night, I am determined to become more positive about this whole moving thing. After G relayed to me words that I had already known to be true concerning our relationship, I lost control and turned into a little girl, hurrying to pack my flowered suitcase and threatening to run away right then and there. Unfortunately that was not the end of my dastardly charade, and I continued spouting pools of tears and mumbling self depricating "please feel sorry for me" words...
Last night's dramatic display is exactly the kind of thing I would like to avoid while creating this new life for myself. I will also hopefully discontinue my overly romantic notions and ignorance of what is ACTUALLY going on. I am not a crazy person, so why do I so often pretend that I am?
Anyway, I think that despite my creeping anxiety concerning my departure, I have gained a better perspective on the whole thing and last night was reminded once again just why it is so unbelievably important for me to do this.
In other San Fran related news...
-My job search is still reeling, Lauri emailed me today saying that she hadn't forgotten and that she was still trying to help me find something out there.
-I switched cars with my mom today! I am now the proud driver of a 1998 Honda Odyssey Minivan!
This week I will begin to photograph the stuff I want to sell. I just have to get enough motivation to clean my room first...
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