Slight panic, nothing to worry about. Much.

Oh ugh. Moving is bad enough, but moving in with your family… that’s not so good. Most of my things are either in storage or in boxes in my father’s garage. Every time I bring a new box into the house he gets upset. But what can I do? There are orders to ship and I’m still digging through boxes, trying to find items that have already been paid for.

So between planning the memorial service with my (thank goodness) ultra-organized sister and looking for work, things are falling a bit behind.

I miss sleeping in a big bed. But in some ways, it’s nice to be “home”.

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