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second_bananaI'm moving.
Again.
It's just the end of the term and moving home etc. but fuck I hate moving.
Some of you don't know this about me, so let me explain. I have issues with home. Not my home, but the concept of home. There is a part of my brain that believes if I never put everything away and never really decorate then I won't be home and leaving it will be less traumatizing. Moving to different places is never easy for me. It brings back all sorts of unpleasant memories.
This year, I am actually leaving something behind when I go home. And while I love my family and really will be glad to be back with them, I will also miss the people here. I want to see my friends back home. I want to see my friends here. I vote we all go move into my as yet unmade hippie commune.
I'm freaking out about packing. I don't want to do it. And if you've seen my room (or know how it gets when I'm stressed ala production week, mom, and tons o' school work) it is clear why the task seems insurmountable.
My brother, sister in law, and two nieces moved out of my parents home last weekend. That is very good except that this is the fourth house that my three year old niece has lived in and the fifth time she's moved. And she doesn't seem to like that fact. I feel her pain.
Here is a conversation I had with Ann (the three year old)
(For reference, Laurel is her older sister and is four)
Me: Do you like your new house?
Ann: *silence*... *shakes head*
Me: You don't like your new house?
Ann: No. It's Laurel's yellow house.
Me: Oh. It's your house too though.
Ann: No. It's Laurel's yellow house. She's happy.
Me: But you're not?
Ann: It's the fouth one.
Everything she said was in a whisper. She was so sad. I wanted to take her into my old room (which was where they had been sleeping) and tell her she could stay. But that would have done no good. I understood what she was saying though. I told her that no matter where she moved I would always love her and would come and visit. Then I payed special attention to her the rest of the night while the other big people were playing with Laurel.
Right. Soooo all this boils down to is that I miss my friends back home, will me my friends here, and I'm freaking lonely at the moment. And what is LiveJournal for but laying out your emotions for people to paw through. *headdesk*
Again.
It's just the end of the term and moving home etc. but fuck I hate moving.
Some of you don't know this about me, so let me explain. I have issues with home. Not my home, but the concept of home. There is a part of my brain that believes if I never put everything away and never really decorate then I won't be home and leaving it will be less traumatizing. Moving to different places is never easy for me. It brings back all sorts of unpleasant memories.
This year, I am actually leaving something behind when I go home. And while I love my family and really will be glad to be back with them, I will also miss the people here. I want to see my friends back home. I want to see my friends here. I vote we all go move into my as yet unmade hippie commune.
I'm freaking out about packing. I don't want to do it. And if you've seen my room (or know how it gets when I'm stressed ala production week, mom, and tons o' school work) it is clear why the task seems insurmountable.
My brother, sister in law, and two nieces moved out of my parents home last weekend. That is very good except that this is the fourth house that my three year old niece has lived in and the fifth time she's moved. And she doesn't seem to like that fact. I feel her pain.
Here is a conversation I had with Ann (the three year old)
(For reference, Laurel is her older sister and is four)
Me: Do you like your new house?
Ann: *silence*... *shakes head*
Me: You don't like your new house?
Ann: No. It's Laurel's yellow house.
Me: Oh. It's your house too though.
Ann: No. It's Laurel's yellow house. She's happy.
Me: But you're not?
Ann: It's the fouth one.
Everything she said was in a whisper. She was so sad. I wanted to take her into my old room (which was where they had been sleeping) and tell her she could stay. But that would have done no good. I understood what she was saying though. I told her that no matter where she moved I would always love her and would come and visit. Then I payed special attention to her the rest of the night while the other big people were playing with Laurel.
Right. Soooo all this boils down to is that I miss my friends back home, will me my friends here, and I'm freaking lonely at the moment. And what is LiveJournal for but laying out your emotions for people to paw through. *headdesk*