Wherever I lay my cat...

[sacredchao]

Ok so I've moved. I haven't moved far and there's still an amount of stuff kicking about in the old place that I don't want to think about but most of what I own is here.

I think I'm going to miss having my own space. For all that my new flatmate is lovely I think I'm going to find my lifestyle noticeably shifted and I may have to negotiate some things but that's ok. I'm not sure why I spent the latter part of the afternoon and evening trying not to burst into tears. I'm making positive life changes, I had help from the ever obliging 10B and a lovely big new bedroom. I even had a spectacularly good curry for dinner prepared by my flatmate. For some reason though I'm miserable and I can't for the life of me work out why which is almost worse than being mopey in the first place.

Stupid hormones.

Comments

[paypabakwriter.livejournal.com]

It could be a control thing, too ... you don't want to feel so helpless but it appears to me you are acting realistically to needs in putting together this new housing situation. If you're really just feeling sorry for yourself, then you do need to stop indulging it. But it sounds more like a combination of the hormones and the difficulty of just letting go of things you cannot control.