More and more I am ready to be there. I am ready to be in my own house, well kind of.  At least not in a shared dorm room, with boxes everywhere and stressed to the max. 

I want to whine. I know its not mature. But every time I think I have a hold on this, something comes up. I thought I had an amazing job replacement for the last job and the night before I am supposed to start they cancel. So now I am back to square one.  Job hunting. Because with the hours I am allowed to work/the tiny amount I get paid at work...I am not going to be able to move anywhere. 

I think I am too overwhelmed. Because last night I realized that my favorite chair that I got this year also needs to get sent. I dont even know where to start.  This sent me on an anxiety attack. 

Over a damn chair. This is not healthy. I need to just be there already.