I found a new place. I’ll be moving in early next month. I get to pack myself up again, and rearrange again. I’m scared. This will be the fourth move in about two and a half years. What I really want is that feeling of settled, and of belonging to a space. I haven’t had that in ages. I’m completely over being in transition. I don’t think I’m as bad ass as I would have people believe, because seriously, right now, I want my mommy. It’s seems like it’s well beyond the stage that I should have my shit together, and I just don’t.
Current Mood: Lost