Wednesday, March 05, 2014
All my stuff is in now. My stress levels are way low. I have tons of stuff to do, but I'm doing it one box at a time. It feels so good to be out on my own again. I hope it's a long time before I'm whining about needing somebody. I have lots of good friends, online and off, and a couple wannabe sweethearts that I can just keep away from.
I'm still putting my new budget together along with my apartment. I lost my jacket, and it had a couple of my good pipes in it. Still not finding some things I "know" got moved here, and I'm sure Buffy has found some of my things, whether she will admit it or not. And I still have to decide whether I will go capture my cat, Dottie, who ran away but is hanging around Buffy's house, and smuggle her into my apartment without a pet deposit (until I can afford it).
Things are really tight. My mother is probably tired of helping me, and I'm sure I've said that before. I think I can squeak by now, but there may have been a bill or two I forgot about.
But I'm happy, and I can take care of myself.