Happy

This weekend, I moved. I had a lot of help, but it was still stressful. And I still have 3 large pieces of furniture to move and find a home for at the old house. I really wish it was over, but I’m so grateful for how smoothly things have gone so far.

I spent the day in between classes unpacking boxes and trying to find a home for my things in my new temporary abode. I feel like I live in a nice little hotel for a while I put off making any concrete decisions about where I am going to live.

I made a new friend of sorts. I’ve known him for a few months, but just over the last few days we’ve really spent some time getting to know each other. The more I talk to him, the more at ease I feel. It’s funny because I feel like I’m an open book, but because the last few guys I’ve dated have been so closed off, I have learned how to be less open. It was really revealing when he called me on that last night. I wasn’t sure how to react to it. I finally just said. “I’m trying, but if you can help me to open up and if you can be patient with me–I’d love to get past that.” Hopefully that was the right thing.

He’s really cool. And I kinda dig him. Then again, everyone’s cool after a week. (Well, not really–but I’m trying to keep things realistic.) No wonder he accuses me of being closed off! Oh well. I can’t help the lessons I’ve learned in my life!

If you run into me, and I’m smiling–it’s probably because I just talked to him. And that’s all I should say at this point.