Written some time last month, I’m not updating it to the past tense because it still stands.
It’s currently 12:22 am, and I’ve just popped my Trazadone. Terribly late, I’m not supposed to take it after ten. But I don’t have anything to do tomorrow but pack and clean, so it’s okay if I sleep in. I also took my Vyvanse this morning so that I could focus on purging and cleaning today, so I’m a little too awake for it to be after midnight.
I was just thinking, “Ah, I need a paid post for the month.” So, I put down my iPad, where I’m currently reading from, picked up my Macbook, and started this draft.
Sadness has been a constant this week.
Up until last week, the prominent emotions about my move were excitement and anticipation. But the closer I get to the 28th, the more I hang out with my people, and the emptier my place gets, the more sadness creeps up. I’ve cried so much this week. I know this move is temporary, but I’m going to miss my chosen family in the DMV.
I am also scared…
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Currently.
Feeling — A bit anxious, a tinge of sadness, slightly… numb?
Reading — “Getting to Happy” it’s the sequel to “Waiting to Exhale.”
Listening — I just finished “The House of My Mother” and man, I can’t image such an existence.
Anticipating — The R&S writing retreat is next week, and it is also my birthday!
Contemplating — How not to crash out if they go with someone else.
Affirming — I will be okay.
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