Well, tomorrow will be my last Friday in the step-down here. It will also be (hopefully) the day my furniture is delivered, and possibly even assembled. It’s a big day for me. It will also be the day one of my close friends here is leaving, and that won’t be easy.
I really don’t know what to say here. It’s been a long, emotional rollercoaster of a week, going from happy to sad and back again several times. Even though I think things are pretty well organized for my move, it is still a little intimidating. I loaded up a couple bags of stuff from my current apartment – mostly my books – and hauled them over to the new place, which was rough. Hauling heavy things anywhere is rough, but in the Houston summer it is brutal.
A lot of what has been on my mind for the last couple days is just logistical stuff. When I have the time to think about the emotional impact this will have on me, I get kind of weepy. When I told my psychiatrist that the other day, he decided that to help me with it I needed to increase my dose of my anti-depressant; I feel less emotional all the time, but I also feel drained and tired, and a little sick to my stomach.
I’m happy that I have friends here who have volunteered to help me with this whole process – from the two friends who helped me shop for furniture to the friends who are helping me put that furniture together tomorrow. I’m glad that I have gotten to know all the people I have, and I hope to see more of them. We’re a close group, and their support means a lot to me.
That’s what I have right now. I’m tired, and I’m worried about my furniture. I don’t want to have to face a friend leaving, even though there isn’t anything I can do about it. We’ll still keep in touch, but it’ll be different. I guess I should expect that; I can’t stay around my friend, any of them, forever. It’s not something I feel like thinking about too hard at the moment. I hope you readers aren’t worrying about me, though; I’m OK, just in a highly emotional situation.