I just moved. I'd been living in one apartment for three years and decided it was time for a private bedroom so I moved a couple of blocks away. The way I'm handling it you'd think I moved to China. It started the night before last when I spent my first night here. The bed is not comfortable. Now, my bed before was no great awesome thing, but I was used to it and now this bed is weird. I woke up at least four times during the night not sure where I was or why I was there. The same thing happened when I woke up in the morning. The wall is on a different side than in my previous apartment and it's just hard.
Today I was out with Steph and I was being very mediocre company. I got home and napped on my couch then went shopping with Donna. Let me just say, my whole life feels confusing right now. I would go the wrong direction in a town I've been in for three years. The grocery store was supremely disorienting (it was Macey's, not some new store). It got to the point I was so frustrated that I was either going to murder the people in the self-checkout line or just leave my groceries. Seriously, if you have approximately 498,004 coupons do not go to the self-checkout stand especially at the busiest time of the day. Not to mention the cashier was totally inept. I feel really mad at Macey's.
Those of you, my dear blog-y friends, that know me in real life or pay attention to this block know that change is hard for me. I knew it was going to take getting used to this new apartment and that I would miss my old place, but I just didn't expect this. By the way, my new place is super nice and I really like it, I just can't handle the change.
