Moving On

Oy, this week will not be one that I'll be missin' when it's over.

The weekend was rough. I spent at least half of it crying for a handful of reasons (both good and bad, but mostly the latter). Friends left. Moving's been a mess. Cleaning and painting need to get done. I started a class that's 3.5 hours every morning, and I've been working. I've had a meeting two nights in a row for work-related things.

I'm one big ball of stress right now.

I'm learning a lot about things I will never do again when it comes time to move into a house for real, though...that's a plus, right?

I've also finally learned my lesson. I thought I could depend on someone that really it turns out I can't. I'm done. I'm walking away. I'm moving on.

~"This ain't Hollywood. This is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around." [-"White Horse" by Taylor Swift]~