I finished (for certain values of the word) packing this morning, and of course I was an emotional wreck. Sobbing, hyperventilating--a giant messy stress case, basically.
Then I remembered the words of Barney Stinson:
"When I get sad, I stop being sad and be AWESOME instead."
And once I got that in my head (and my parents talked me down off the ledge), I felt better. I've still had a few teary moments here and there, and I'm sure there will be more.
However, my housemates have been fabulous, I live with an adorable dog, and I feel pretty settled at the moment. I'm also only about 9 minutes from home so...there's that. Please remind me never to move far away because I will clearly die.
And now I am exhausted from a day spent packing AND unpacking, and it is very much not done but will have to be as it is until at least tomorrow.
Good night, flist! Pleasant dreams!