Feeling a little better today. As frustrating as it was to have to quit my job, part of me feels a sense of relief and I know I’ll find something better soon. It’s just for a few more months, hopefully.
Today I am packing more things away and trying to tidy up a bit. I have a month to get everything in order so I’ll take advantage of the time off to get as much of that done as I can. So tired of moving.. but hopefully this move will be the last move before we finally set roots down. I’ve always wanted a real home. For my entire life, I’ve moved about every two years. When I was a kid, my parents liked to move from house to house, fixing them up until they were tired of the work needing to be done, and then moved on to the next project house. I never liked moving. As an adult I still hate moving, we only have really moved out of necessity, but it’s been from apartment to apartment. We finally have the opportunity to own a home, and I’m just praying and believing everything will all work out. Once we’re all settled into our home I don’t want to ever move again.