Been Better...

I am amazed at how unsettling change can actually be for me in certain circumstances. Typically, I am very easy going and can handle a last minute change of plans. I even have my moments of spontaneity where I decide to go away for a weekend at a moment's notice. Moving, however, is not something I handle well....at all.
It sickens me to no end. I stress. I cry. I lose sleep, and I tend to feel generally crummy all over. The idea of packing up everything I own and settling into a new place makes my stomach turn. What is even worse is the idea of other people touching my things and possibly breaking them or heaven forbid putting them into the wrong room!I once had a mover drop my brand new night stand down a flight of concrete stairs. It has yet to be repaired over a year later (bf said he would do it...). I'm not sure if it comes from moving continuously over my childhood or the fact that I have moved EVERY SINGLE YEAR since I graduated from high school in May of 02.
I am so tired of moving. I had planned to stay in this apartment until I was able to buy a house, but found the cost of rent where I am does not allow me to have much leftover for that purpose. Hopefully, my next move will be into a house that I can stay in for quite a while. I've about had my fill of this moving business.

To make it worse, my dad has been his usual flaky self it seems. I won't go into detail, but if you know anything about him, let's just say some things never change. He is supposed to help me move next weekend, but I can't count on him being here until he is actually here. I have plenty of people to help me get everything to and from, but it's increasingly frustrating dealing with him.

I cannot wait to be in my new apartment somewhat settled. They aren't quite as nice as where I am right now, but they are much more affordable. I can always dress it up a bit with my curtains, pictures and special Ali touch.I am hoping that I will be so busy with work this week that I will get a break from thinking about moving for at least the time I am at work. I am praying that sleep will come shortly now that I have been able to think out loud for a bit. One thing I miss the most about summer time is my late night chats with my friend who is such an amazing listener. She is a teacher too and we are both so busy right now with the kiddos being back. It's all just a matter of adjustment right now. Change, adjustment and starting a new routine. I have without a doubt been better....