I have moved three times within the last year:
Once in August. I moved in with my then current roomy (our roomy-abilities could not have been better) into a 3 bedroom with a man who like to smoke pot... a lot.
The pains I had taken to warn him of my asthma beforehand went unrequited. So I moved in October.
This time with a woman whom I had been roommates with twice before. So I knew what to expect, right? Not so much. Her bipolar condition became much much worse, and I became the imagined source of her depressive mood swings. I have friends and family who suffer from this, and other similar disorders, it's rough. Really rough. But professionals told me to get out, and past a point it was beyond my emotional capacity to remain.
So now I am living back with my parents who live 1 hour away from work. Day 1. We received the sudden news that my uncle passed away.
I think that God DOES work in mysterious ways, though, and I can be a help to my parents. Plus, despite the commute, it is kind of nice to be out of the city.
I have "borrowed couches" to breath, physically and emotionally, so often, though, that I'm thinking of buying a small suitcase with wheels on it.
How 'bout this one?
Once in August. I moved in with my then current roomy (our roomy-abilities could not have been better) into a 3 bedroom with a man who like to smoke pot... a lot.
The pains I had taken to warn him of my asthma beforehand went unrequited. So I moved in October.
This time with a woman whom I had been roommates with twice before. So I knew what to expect, right? Not so much. Her bipolar condition became much much worse, and I became the imagined source of her depressive mood swings. I have friends and family who suffer from this, and other similar disorders, it's rough. Really rough. But professionals told me to get out, and past a point it was beyond my emotional capacity to remain.
So now I am living back with my parents who live 1 hour away from work. Day 1. We received the sudden news that my uncle passed away.
I think that God DOES work in mysterious ways, though, and I can be a help to my parents. Plus, despite the commute, it is kind of nice to be out of the city.
I have "borrowed couches" to breath, physically and emotionally, so often, though, that I'm thinking of buying a small suitcase with wheels on it.
