I’m packing up my whole life. My lease ends tomorrow and I’m crashing at a friends for a couple weeks.
I have to decide if I’m staying put for a year in Virginia or heading out to the West Coast at the beginning of next year. I’m waiting to hear back from some projects that could keep me here, so I don’t want to sign a 12 month lease just yet.
I’m doing well otherwise. I don’t think I’ve been this good personally in my entire life.
Everything is changing this weekend. I’m nervous about where these next few months will take me.
Also, deciding which clothes to keep and which to get rid of is taking me much longer than it should.