Monday, June 10, 2013

Little Miss Grumpy Pants

After an incredible four day weekend in Simi Valley with the family, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm not really sure what was ticking me off so much, but every little thing was setting me off. Of course I kept my discontent under wraps because no one likes a Negative Nancy, but my feathers were perpetually ruffled all day long. I may as well have been the female version of this mister...

Photo found here
Anyway, I have a sneaky suspicion that my irritability is stemming from the fact that I'm being uprooted from my current living situation and I keep learning new facts about the sale or someone else has to come traipsing through my home for one reason or another. Today, a realtor other than the one who has the listing apparently needed to take photos. I'm not sure if it was because they needed the place assessed by an outside party, or what the deal was because I pretty much let it go in one ear and out the other. The fact that I'll be moving home is really starting to settle in. On one hand, it'll be nice to save the money, but on the other, I'm losing my privacy and my space. I'm also going to have to put most of my stuff in storage because the bed I have now isn't the bed I moved out with and my childhood room wasn't exactly made to house a king size bed and gigantic furniture. My room right now? It's filled perfectly without feeling overcrowded. I'll also be kissing my walk-in closet goodbye and trying to figure out how to fit my clothes, shoes, purses, and accessories into my tiny closet. 

I'm dreading the entire moving out process. The packing (though I've already started that), the purging of things I don't really need (which is always hard for me to do), the storing of furniture (annoying), the carrying of said furniture down the stairs (exhausting). I nearly cried when I signed the contract for the storage unit. Moving back home feels like I'm failing. I know I'll be able to save up quite a bit more for a down payment on a house, but I feel like I'm regressing in life. Times are tough. All of the apartments in the area are too expensive for me to afford on my own and real estate is moving back out of my range. I try to reassure myself that everything happens for a reason, but what is THIS reason?  What is in store for me? And why can't I seem to figure any of it out right now? I'm stressed. I'm sad. I may even be slightly depressed. This new year of mine started off with a bang and now it seems to be fizzling. I need to find a way to get myself out of this funk ASAP and also try not to sink back into it once I'm settled in at home once more. At the very least, I hope I can actually get some sleep tonight. Maybe that'll help quell my current cantankerous disposition.


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