At least...

At least this intense frustration and heartache and confusion has led to a strengthening of my relationship with my parents. Heh. No great loss without some small gain, eh? I've called them a few times, and they've been great with the advice and consolation and the reassurances that I am, in fact, awesome. Whew.

I have found that I experience extreme anxiety and "freaking out-ness" when I'm not able to fit all of my possessions in my car. I have too much stuff to just pack up and go, and that bothers me. In a big way. And I'm not totally sure why, but I'm asking God to show me and help me work through it.

Just when you think that moving is easy... it's not.

Mer.

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