So, I’m home. For the foreseeable future. That alone is revolutionary at this point.
My Danny comes home in a couple days and I’m so, so excited. I was supposed to head out to Michigan to help him move but we ultimately decided that it wasn’t necessary. We made the decision primarily for financial reasons, as making the 11ish hour drive isn’t cheap, but I’m pretty relieved. It’s not that I didn’t want to help him, but I sure didn’t want to spend two entire days driving there and back. I’m tired. Of so many things, not least among them is driving and traveling and being away from home for long periods of time. I feel like my life here is in complete disarray because I’ve been gone so much. My house alone is in complete chaos and I don’t know how in the hell I’m going to have the time/energy to clean, pack and be ready to move.
But moving I am, because when I was in Albany last week I found us an apartment! I love it and I’m really excited because I didn’t think we were going to get this place. It was a stressful week but I’m glad I went, not only because I found a place to live but also because I had a chance to check out various areas around Albany and start to get a lay of the land. I also had the opportunity to see a friend I hadn’t seen in… 3 years? Maybe more? Since I last saw her she’s had a baby who’s totally adorable and we’re both excited that we’ll be living in the same city for the first time in 18 years. Holy shit. That’s half my life.
So now to get rid of some of my shit and pack up my life.