Okay, so I have a comment for y’all who are reading this…

Having my own bed is AMAZING! I am flabbergasted by it… I am slowly unpacking in my new house, and it’s problematic. I need to really get rid of a BUNCH of stuff. And to store some of it elsewhere. My roommate has pretty much the entire kitchen set up, so most of my kitchen stuff needs to get chucked or stored. I have to see… It’s hard, and I don’t wanna do it. I kept snapping my fingers or clapping my hands or clicking my heels to try to make all my crap magically go into place and unpack itself. Shockingly enough, it didn’t work!

I am house-sitting for the next week, before I head to Seattle, so it allows me to have my room look like a bomb went off in it, but it still annoys me. My storage unit is getting picked up on Monday, or something, so I need to have everything unloaded. Wish me luck!!

Nothing else truly exciting and/or momentous has happened of late, but I’m stoked to be IN a place of my own!! It’s weird how unsettling it has been. I have been below the poverty line, and continue to be, but in addition, I’ve been homeless. I didn’t think it affected me as much as it has, and I’ve only now realized this, due to being more settled.

I also feel very convicted in my decision to pursue advanced degrees in Nursing and Theology/Religion. Happy Day…

I hope y’all are well!