fortune

Inside my fortune cookie yesterday:

Make decisions from the heart and use your head to make it work out.

Appropriate.

In other news, I am finally back at my house after three weeks of living out of my suitcase at BW’s, my mom’s, BW’s parents’, BW’s again, and finally Alyssa’s. As much as I loved seeing everyone, it is good to be in a space that is mine.

I think that is going to be the biggest problem if I move into BW’s apartment in May. He lives with two other people as well. I know, from moving into my ex’s last summer, that it is difficult for me to move into someone else’s house or apartment without feeling like a guest. Everyone will have been living there for over six months at that point and have all their stuff their and established routines etc. All I would be bringing, all there is really room for me to bring, is my dresser, filing cabinet, and bedside table.

I am going to feel like a guest. I am going to resent that and get crabby. Virginia Woolf was right about "A Room of One’s Own".

It’s just different if you move into a new place with someone else rather than moving into their place. But right now is not the time to worry about all that.

I ran errands all day today trying to get my life in order so that I can leave for Ghana in….a little over a month. Gah! That crept up quickly.