So uhh... as it turns out.... I will be moving... again. Although this time it will be under better circumstances. I'm not getting kicked out, nor did I have a falling out with my family. But an opportunity has arrived for me to try and leave the nest again. Next month, I will be officially moving in with my best friend Jim and his wife. They need a roommate and although it's only been six months since the big move last September, I'm willing to take the spot. On the one hand I'm excited to no longer be underneath the thumb of my parents. My parents are good people, but no matter what you do, you will always be seen as beneath them. Never as equals so there's that. On the other hand, I'm scared because I've attempted this before and it ended very badly. I've also never lived with these friends before and living with someone is completely different from visiting someone, even frequently.

This will be a dice roll that I suspect won't have too many negatives, but it's still a dice roll nonetheless. Fortunately this time I won't be moving to another State this time. And if things go sour, I'm sure my parents will welcome me back in with open arms. I feel so pathetic. I'm in my mid 30s and feel like I'm still 18, like "Wah wah! How am I gonna live without mommy and daddy making me dinner and doing my laundry!?" Like shut the fuck up, loser. Get over it. So yeah, I've already started packing and will be slowly moving my crap over to the new place. To the people I owe commissions, again I will be working on them to the best of my ability. But this has now become a new variable that will no doubt be taking up a lot of time.

I fucking HATE moving! But at least it's just my crap this time. Hopefully on to greener pastures instead of sinking ships, but only time will tell.